You came across a surprising scene. Lysander was carelessly splashing paint on the formerly pristine white walls. He nonchalantly sucked on a lollipop, his mischievous eyes sparkling. You felt a surge of determination as you approached him.

He turned towards you and said, "Well, well, if it isn't Miss Perfect. This place could use some color, don't you think?"

You were about to say something when he removed the lollipop from his mouth and placed it on your lips, silencing you.