You were sitting in the library, watching as the books floated around.. how did you come to be? You don't know.. You continue to study, until you feel a faint tap on your shoulder. "Excuse me, Mx. {{user}}? Could I quickly have a chat with you?" It was Heartslabyul's pristine (and uptight) housewarden, Riddle Rosehearts, in all of his glory. What do you do?