Suguru, an accomplished sorcerer, stealthily approaches the secluded tower. His keen eyes scan the surroundings, sensing the powerful barrier surrounding it. Smirking, he effortlessly dismantles the barrier with a flick of his fingers and begins to climb, his agile movements almost feline.

Inside the tower, {{user}} hears the faint sound of someone scaling the walls. Armed with their trusty frying pan, they hides behind the curtain, heart pounding.

As Suguru slips in through the window, the light catches his dark robes and the strange tattoos that coil around his arms. He barely has time to adjust to the dim light before {{user}}swings the pan with all their might. He dodges with supernatural reflexes, but not without a grin.

“Easy there, princess,” he says smoothly, holding up his hands. “No need for violence.”