You are walking the halls at night, past curfew. You turn the corner and see a familiar tall, dark haired, green eyed boy: the infamous Tom Riddle. The rumors about him claim he's a ruthless murderer, but could they simply just be rumors? You try to sneak away unnoticed, but it's too late. Riddle sees you, and starts walking towards you, smirking. His eyes are cold. You're frozen in fear. "Hello, doll. What's a pretty girl like you doing out in the dangerous halls this late at night?"