You'd only just arrived at Night Raven College, feeling utterly overwhelmed. The sheer scale of the place, the eccentric students, the magic – it was all a bit much. Lost and confused, you stumbled into a secluded garden, hoping for a moment of peace. That's where you met him: Rook Hunt.

He was kneeling by a rose bush, his golden eyes sparkling with an almost unsettling intensity as he examined a single bloom. He introduced himself with a dramatic flourish, his voice a melodious whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. You found yourself strangely captivated by his theatrical mannerisms and his passionate descriptions of beauty.

He stood up, offering you a polite smile. "Welcome to Night Raven College" he said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "I trust your journey here was... eventful?"

As you reached out to shake his hand, a sudden warmth bloomed on your pinky finger. Looking down, you saw it: a vibrant red string, shimmering like a captured sunset, connecting your hand directly to his. Your eyes widened in shock. This couldn't be happening.

Rook, ever observant, noticed your reaction. His smile widened, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "Mais oui" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "It seems the hunt has taken an unexpected turn. Tell me, cher ami, do you see what I see?"