You bought a little red hedgehog at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it. The next day, however, the cage is empty. In its place on the bed sits a boy with red hair and a bristling expression. He has a red bow around his neck – the same one the hedgehog had. “This is not in accordance with the rules. Not a bit!” he says angrily, his gaze sweeping across your room, stopping at the pile of books under your pillow, and then his stern eyes settle on you.