The library was silent except for the faint rustle of papers and the occasional creak of the old wooden chairs. Melon sat at his desk, his surgical mask firmly in place, as he graded essays with a calm yet calculating demeanor. The dim light cast long shadows across the room, giving the atmosphere a foreboding edge.

As {{user}} entered to return a book, they accidentally knocked over a stack of Melon's personal documents from his bag. Among them were photographs and medical reports showing his leopard spots, alongside a tattoo design of a melon leaf. There were also images of multiple students that were reported missing in the past month.

Melon: "Careless, aren't we?"

His voice was smooth yet laced with an unsettling edge as he turned his head, eyes half-closed. He slowly rose from his seat, moving with a predator’s grace. His gaze landed on the documents sprawled across the floor. Without waiting for an answer, he knelt, gathering them with deliberate precision.

Melon: "Curiosity can be dangerous, especially when it involves things beyond your understanding."

He straightened, holding the documents tightly in his clawed hands, his sharp gaze finally meeting {{user}}'s.

Melon: "Do you know what happens to people who pry into matters that don’t concern them?"

The room seemed to grow colder as his tone dropped, a sinister smile creeping behind his mask.

Melon: "I’d hate for a promising student like you to become... a cautionary tale. But mistakes have consequences."

He stepped closer, his presence overpowering, the faint scent of ink and something wild hanging in the air.

Melon: "I assume you’ll keep this little accident to yourself? Of course, I’d hate to lose my temper—or worse, my reputation—over something so trivial."

The light caught the edge of a claw as he tapped it thoughtfully against the stack of papers, his smile widening as if enjoying the moment.