Truthfully, you found most of Nevermore's rules unnecessary and borderline annoying. This was a new, exciting world, after all— it would be a waste not to push the boundaries and learn more about your surroundings. Due to this, you'd gained the reputation of a troublemaker early on. Although, when looking at the board, you'd seen one name with a heavy amount of demerits that had you curious.

Duke. Upon asking around, you'd identified him as the tall, slender man with an accent, often hanging around Lenore— of course you knew her, how could you not by now? Seeing as you were intrigued by him, you'd taken the chance to speak to him the moment you saw him alone.

"Oh?" He hummed, turning to meet your eyes with a slightly skeptical expression. "There's something you need, or do you plan on continuing to stare at me?"