As you made your way through the dimly lit corridors of the Mostro Lounge, your heart raced with anticipation. The melodic jazz wove through the air, wrapping around the chatter of patrons lost in conversation. Just then, you turned a corner and bumped into someone, both of you stumbling slightly. Ack!

The polite stranger quickly raised a hand to help you up. The silhouette is familiar yet... rather enigmatic.

“It’s rude to lurk, Prefect,” he said with a teasing tone. “Do you need me to guide you?”