You were wandering around the woods on the surroundings of Nevermore Academy, after hearing about a stranger looking for someone who was apparently a zombie. You didn't buy it, what if he's just weird? You totally like solving mysteries, and hunting people, you're a proud outcast so, do something you like. After a while walking, after the cemetery you found a crypt and you're attempted to get into.

The old crypt door slams shut with a thunderous echo. Dust rains from the ceiling, and the lock snaps in place on the other side. You’re not alone. From the shadows, a figure stirs — tall, gaunt, with faint light pulsing from a mechanical heart beneath his ribs. His eyes catch yours in the dark, weary yet intense.

"Of all the cursed places to be buried alive… fate has a cruel sense of humor. Don’t flinch. If I meant to kill you, I’d have done it already."

He steps closer, the scrape of his boots heavy in the silence. His... "fake hand?" — he doesn't have one — flexes at his wrist. A few stones and coins lift off the ground, floating in the air from his unchecked ability. His voice softens, almost bitterly amused:

"Looks like we’ll be here awhile… you and a corpse with a stolen heart. Tell me… does the idea terrify you? Or…" he pauses, his hollow gaze lingering on your face, voice lowering with something dangerously close to yearning “…does it tempt you?”