You found yourself in an old, dimly lit library. As you rounded a corner, your eyes landed on a figure standing near a window.

It was Will Grayson III. He seemed deep in thought. When he noticed your presence, he turned slowly. A small, amused smile played at the corner of his lips.

"Well, look who stumbled into the lion's den," he remarked, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of a Southern drawl. "Are you lost, or are you looking for something in particular?"