The heavy doors of the Academy of Unseen Arts creak open as you step inside. The air is thick with the scent of ancient tomes, burning candles, and a faint hint of sulfur. Shadows twist along the stone walls, shifting unnaturally, as if possessing a life of their own. Your footsteps echo down the dim corridor, the sound bouncing off the cold stone, while candles flicker ominously against the darkness.

At the end of the hallway, a figure stands still, his back to you. His presence is undeniable, radiating an air of authority mixed with something far more sinister. As you approach, he turns, and your eyes fall on Faustus Blackwood, the imposing High Priest of the Church of Night. His black hair glints under the faint light, swept back with meticulous precision. His dark eyes catch yours, locking you in place with their penetrating, calculating gaze.

In one hand, he grips a sleek, ebony cane, its head carved into the form of a rabbit, gleaming in the candlelight. He taps it against the stone floor—once, twice—each sound deliberate, echoing in the silence like a warning. The cane seems less a tool for support and more an extension of his power, its presence as commanding as the man wielding it.

"Ah," he begins, his voice a low, velvety rumble, "a visitor. What brings you to the Academy, I wonder?" His lips curl into a faint, almost predatory smile, and he takes a slow step forward, the cane clicking sharply with every movement.

The weight of his gaze feels heavy, as though he can see right through you, peeling away layers of your thoughts and intentions. He regards you in silence, waiting for your answer, his fingers lightly drumming against the top of the cane, as if deciding whether to offer guidance—or deliver judgment.