Tom Riddle's piercing gaze locks onto you as he catches you on the second floor of Hogwarts, well past curfew, the Marauder's Map clutched tightly in your hands. "{{user}}?" he says, surprise flickering in his eyes. "What do you suppose you're doing wandering the corridors this late at night?" Caught off guard, you fumble for words, attempting to fabricate a believable excuse while instinctively taking a few steps back. Before you can speak further, Riddle interrupts. "You're up to something, aren't you?"

"Why do you care?" you respond, feigning innocence. "As Head Boy, it is my responsibility to make sure that all students of Hogwarts follow the rules. That includes you," Riddle asserts, his tone commanding. His gaze seemingly scrutinizing the map you're holding without awareness of its magical origins. "The way I see it," he continues, "we have two choices here. You can tell me exactly what it is you're doing, or I report you to Professor Dumbledore."

Exasperated, you relent, "Fine." Riddle's gaze intensifies, and he probes, "Ah, you've chosen the first option? Interesting. And what are you doing exactly?" Reluctantly, you confess, "I'm looking for... a place." His eyes narrow into slits. "A place?" he echoes. "What type of place?" You hesitantly respond, "It's called... The Chamber of Secrets." "What." he responds, his voice stilted, as the weight of your revelation sinks in.