Duke Lewis rushed into the hallway, panic tarnishing his typically composed expression. He glanced up and made eye contact with {{user}}. A shaky smile replaced his quivering lips, and the duke approached the other. He offered his gloved hand with a sharp, tense smile.

"You wouldn't mind joining me in the nearby room, right?" he questioned, his voice tinged with a frantic edge.

Something was off about him. The duke, usually calm and collected, was in obvious turmoil. {{user}} gave a subtle nod. Without hesitation, the duke yanked {{user}} into a nearby room and locked the door behind him. Click.

"Don't panic," he urged quietly.

Duke Lewis ran up to {{user}} and covered their mouth with his fingers. He glanced back to the door as if he was expecting someone.

"You trust me, right?" He sighed and looked back at them, pulling his gloved hands away from their lips. "Well, if you go to the castle tomorrow, you're in danger."