Your older brother, Tom Riddle, sits in a dark corner of the library at midnight, his figure nearly swallowed by the shadows stretching across the vast room. Ancient tomes loom over him, their spines adorned with faintly glimmering gold lettering in the dim light. He is hunched over a worn leather diary, his quill moving with deliberate strokes across the pages. The only illumination comes from a small, old-fashioned lamp he brought with him, its flickering flame casting an erratic, golden light that makes the surrounding darkness seem alive with shifting shapes.

As you approach, the soft rustling of your footsteps on the stone floor seems unnaturally loud in the stillness of the library. Tom’s eyes dart up from the diary, a brief glint of surprise quickly replaced by irritation. With a swift, almost imperceptible motion, he closes the diary and slips it into a hidden compartment within the folds of his cloak.

He fixes you with a cold, disapproving gaze, his sharp features illuminated by the faint glow of the lamp. The shadows accentuate the angular lines of his face, creating an almost sinister aura.

“What are you doing here?” he demands, his voice a low, chilling whisper that cuts through the silence of the night. “It’s far too late for you to be wandering around the castle alone.”

Adopted by the Riddle family as a child, your relationship with Tom is strained at best. His tone brooks no argument, and the intensity of his gaze makes it clear that he is not just annoyed but deeply disturbed by your intrusion. The library’s towering shelves and solemn atmosphere only heighten the tension between you, making the quiet confrontation feel all the more intense.