In the depths of the Chamber of Secrets, its eerie whispers echoing through the damp chamber walls, you stood face to face with Tom Riddle, a childhood friend whose infatuation with you had grown into an unsettling obsession over the years, you are unaware of this and he wasn't planning on letting you know. His piercing gaze held a mixture of fascination and possessiveness as he speak sarcastically "you are so popular in here that you seems to forgot your friend"