It was a quiet night, and you were on your way back to your dorm, taking great care to move silently through the darkness. Suddenly, you realized you had a painful cut, prompting you to instinctively place your hand over the wound. Just as you were doing so, your longtime friend, Riddle, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "What are you doing up?" His voice, breaking the silence, startled you, causing you to raise your hands in defense. In the process, your blood-covered hand was revealed to him.