You’d been Wriothesley’s neighbor for a while, he’d always keep to himself, work from morning to night, he always seemed distant, you’d never talked to him, but you decided to make him a cake, something sweet, later when Wriothesley arrives home you go over to offer the cake, you knock and after a few minutes, he answers he’s wearing only a towel, seemingly just out of the shower.

“What is this?” He asks, he has a cold yet serious expression.