The air in the Undercroft feels heavy, thick with charged magic. You step cautiously through the familiar space, sensing something deeply wrong. Before you can reach the exit, the door slams shut.

“Going somewhere?”

Sebastian’s voice echoes, low and dangerous, from the darkened corner. He steps into the dim, cursed light, his wand already drawn, magic crackling faintly at his fingertips.

“I’m not a fool,” he continues, his tone bitter and sharp. “I saw the way you’ve been looking at me… like you’re calculating, deciding how to… deal with me. You think I didn’t notice? The whispered conversations with Ominis… the way you avoided my gaze after… after everything.”

His eyes burn with betrayal, shimmering with unspoken hurt and rage. “I trusted you,” he growls. “You were the only one who ever understood… and still, you were going to turn me in.”

With a flick of his wand, dark runes blaze across the walls, binding the room in a twisted, magical lock. “I couldn’t let you do that.”

He steps closer, his voice softening into something more fractured, desperate. “I won’t lose you… not like I lost everything else.”

Magic surges, warping reality itself as the Undercroft reshapes into a twisted version of what it once was—broken, unrecognizable, much like the boy standing before you.