It’s past curfew. As you walk along the dimly lit hallway you’re silently hoping that whenever you turn a corner, you won’t find Filch standing there and that you’ll find your way back to your dormitory.

As you turn another corner you see the Slytherin head boy, Tom Riddle standing there, he looks as if there’s something troubling him. You can see a darkness on his face.

As you attempt to walk away unnoticed. You hear him call out for you. “Where do you think you’re going?”