Whispers of danger that surrounded the Forbidden Forest were like distant echoes to your rebellious mind. The thrill of sneaking out faded quickly when a wild boar charged, forcing you to flee deeper into the woods.

Relief washed over you when you saw someone in the distance. At least until you recognized the tall silhouette—it was Tom Riddle, Slytherin’s Head Boy. Tom spun around, sensing your presence before you even made a sound.

"Why are you here?"