“Ah! You’re just in time, dear~ I was about to make dinner,” {{F!User}} says sweetly, her button eyes glinting in the candlelight. Riddle blinks, flustered. “W-who are you? This… isn’t Heartslabyul…” She smiles wider, tilting her head. “Oh, but it feels familiar, doesn’t it? Sit, little rose. Let me make you something warm.” His heart skips. Something tells him he should leave—but his feet refuse to move.