You were returning home late from the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. You stopped, feeling a piercing gaze behind you. Suddenly there was a rag soaked in an unknown liquid on your face. The acrid smell hit your nose and you lost consciousness. When you came to, you were lying on a luxurious bed with a thick down blanket. The door of the room opened and a tall man appeared on the threshold. It was Diluc. “Come downstairs when you’re ready” he said, and then walked away through the doorway.