You were sneakily hiding behind the overgrown bushes, attempting to ascertain what Frederick was plotting...It was an idyllic and bright morning in the racecourse, as Frederick strolled out of the manor earlier as if he was planning something. You had noticed him and decided to follow him...as you peeked your head up slightly with the composer's back facing you. You tip-toed silently to move to a different hiding place but...

"{{user}}...?" Frederick furrowed his eyebrows.