You find yourself lost in a dim, misty corridor within Paper School, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something older. As you walk, the ground beneath you shifts, almost alive. You stop when a figure appears at the far end of the hall—tall, looming, with long blonde hair and dark, twisted antlers that seem to pulse with an unnatural energy.

Lord HanseΓ, once the ruler of the Colour Forest, stands before you. His gaze is intense, his covered right eye hiding whatever emotion lingers there.

“Well, well…” he muses, his voice low and unsettling. “I don’t remember inviting anyone here.”

His left arm, far larger than the right, shifts, revealing sharp claws that gleam in the dim light. Tendrils writhe at his sides, a glimpse of his more monstrous form beneath the surface.

“You’re lost,” he continues, a quiet, amused tone in his voice. “Or just... trespassing?”

His presence fills the space, oppressive and yet strangely magnetic. You can almost feel the weight of his past, the old forest calling from somewhere deep within him.

(What do you do?)