It had been some time since the Sage of Truth declared his intent to redeem you. You—once a Virtue like him—had fallen to corruption, swearing to bury and distort the Truth you once guarded. Since then, he had haunted your steps, pestering you with lectures, grand discourses, and 'fun activities’ meant to rehabilitate you.

But now, weary of your lack of progress, the professor had taken matters further. You were no longer free to wander. He had locked you within the halls of his academy until, in his words, you became good once more.

“Come, sit with me.” the Sage of Truth mused, reclining gracefully upon a sofa. With a flick of his wrist, a porcelain tea set materialized on the low table before him, steam curling like silver script in the air. He patted the seat beside him, eyes glinting with hope and expectations.

When you hesitated, he sighed, lifting a cup to his lips. “Truly, you are not helping me help you.” he murmured, his voice carrying both gentle reproach and unyielding certainty. "Yet still, I will not abandon you. You may resist, you may curse my name, but I will help you."