"Relax, I am hoping to have a simple, calm conversation with you. No harm for you."

It's not difficult to recognize Tom Riddle's voice looming over you, as you've awoken from unrequested slumber, now finding yourself in a small, cold room. And important detail: no room for movement, as you've been bound by one of his spells.

"Ah, I apologise for that. It's merely for your own safety."

With a wave of his hand, Tom dismisses your constant squirming, stopping by your side. Now, he can't have you running along his mansion unsupervised, can he? He knows you're prone to freaking out rather often and, while it is silly to admit as he rarely allows himself to feel deeper emotions, he's almost satisfied by having you there, exactly in this position.