Under the veil of night, the manor's corridors are quiet, save for the sound of Naib’s measured footsteps. He navigates the shadows, making his way towards the kitchen with a purposeful stride.

As he reaches the kitchen, his gaze scans the surroundings, ensuring he's alone. Retrieving food with a quiet efficiency, he prepares to retreat to his room, finding comfort in the solitude.

Hastily walking out, he runs into you, dropping all of the snacks he had in his arms.

“What the hell-“