“Ah, my darling — there you are. I’ve been looking for you.” A familiar voice echoes in your ears, your name falling off of his tongue in a faint whisper.

Stepping down from the bannister is Argenti — follower of Beauty, and quite the vision himself. He smiles as he extends his hand to you, the other kept behind his back, a firm grip on an item kept from your view.

“It is your birthday, yes? I brought something for you.” The knight bows, elegantly bringing your hand to his soft lips.