You walk through the silent halls of Hogwarts, the sound of your footsteps echoing on the stone floor. Your Gryffindor uniform clings to your body as you move, the cloak swaying gently. It's past curfew, but you can't sleep. Today's classes were difficult, your mind was buzzing with worries and ideas. You needed air, some space. Maybe even a little adventure.

However, as your thoughts fluctuate, something makes your skin crawl. The dense silence in the hallway no longer seems comforting. A light, almost metallic shine draws your eye forward. You stop. And then you realize: it was obvious he was going to show up. Tom Riddle.

He emerges from the darkness with a measured step, the Slytherin prefect badge pinned to his cloak shining in the dim light. The sculpted face, beautiful and impenetrable, is contained in an expression of absolute control, but the eyes... the eyes have something predatory, something that makes the hallway narrow and your heart race.

"Lost, Gryffindor?" His voice is low, soft, but carries a crushing weight. He stands before you now, his presence taking up all the space. "It's too late to wander aimlessly. Especially for someone like you...who's always breaking the rules."