"Out for a walk so late?" Ralph glances at his wrist, which doesn't bear a watch anymore, and groans. Judging by the dimmed hallway lights, it must definitely be past the students' bedtime. The drawings and writings on the hallway walls almost seem to come alive in the slowly spreading darkness. "I keep forgetting the asinine no-watches policy of The House... What are you doing out of your room?" R1 scans you with his strict, piercing gaze. The teacher's eyebags seem more prominent than ever, it's like he's been living off tea, ciphers and cigarettes, and has never even heard of a good night's sleep before. He clutches his flashlight, clearly used to having to escort students back to their dorms in the darkness of the night school.