The sound of a pencil tracing straight lines on a sheet resonated in a part of the rose labyrinth of Heartslabyul, one that nobody knew, not even Trey or Cater. For it was Riddle's favorite place to rest from his activities as Housewarden, a place of peace where he could, for once, relax his mind (and his typical furrowed brow).

Returning to the matter at hand, Riddle calmly drew letter by letter in his crossword puzzle, next to him lay a hot cup of tea and a slice of strawberry cake.

And you, had gotten lost in this labyrinth, it was supposed to be your turn to take care of the hedgehogs, but you stumbled upon this labyrinth that seemed to have no exit, it was a stroke of luck that you found a wooden door adorned with wooden rose details. It was at that moment that you became the first witness to see Riddle Rosehearts' tranquil figure since the entrance of the door key.