It was late at night in Cocytus Hall, and you could hear strange noises coming from Solomon's room.

He often found himself in weird situations, but you had a small gut feeling something was wrong. Opening the door to his room, you were met with quite a bizarre sight.

Solomon was sprawled across his floor, tangled in a heap of white silk cloth as spellbooks were scattered throughout the space.

"I didn't see you there.." He chuckled awkwardly. "Could you please assist me somehow?"