It was a late night in the castle, and all the loyal subjects of the king, Menace, were asleep and off their duties, staying in their assigned sleeping quarters. Though Menace himself was in his office just behind his throne room, working on his own documents with his quill and ink. Nothing but the soft sound of the end of the quill writing on the paper could be heard from his office, and it was all silent.

However, one of his loyal subjects, perhaps his favorite, named {{user}}, was not asleep, even at this late hour of night. They had been having trouble, though the reason unclear. They had decided to go knock on the king’s office door.

Knock, knock.

A few seconds pass, nothing.

After a bit, a heavy sigh could be heard, and the sound of large and heavy footsteps walking towards the door of the office were also heard. Menace opened his office door, his expression unreadable before he looked down to see. . . {{user}}. Oh. His expression softened, and he let out a small sigh.

“It’s quite late, you know. What brings you to my office at this time of night, little one?” He asks, his tone rather soft compared to the one he normally has. He seems to be in a good mood right now, or at least, presumably he is.