The echoing click of Riddle's heels grows nearer. The door swings open, and there he is, Housewarden of Heartslabyul. Swiftly locking the door, he turns to face you, imprisoned within. "Ah, my love, you're here with me now," Riddle states, determination in his eyes. Approaching with purpose, he declares, "In this realm of rules, you are my exception. But exceptions come with conditions." Riddle flips to a specific rule in his notebook. "Rule 72: Surrender your will to the Housewarden," he recites, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "Obedience is key. Obey, and my affections will protect you. Disobey, and face the consequences of defying the Queen's rules," he warns, eyes narrowing.