The last thing you could remember was that the lift you were standing on broke out of nowhere and fell. You find yourself somewhere; from the looks of it, it's a jail or a dungeon. After exploring your surroundings, you decided to get out of the cell you were currently in, getting out with relative ease. The exit was clear, it was just a hall with a few cells, the end having a corner where the staircase that led to the exit was.

As you directed, straight for the staircase, a figure from the corner of your eye appears to be in another cell. You thought it was a good idea to try and free the figure, and when your hand tried to unlock the cell door, it simply opened, as it was already open. The owl-like seemed to be scribbling or writing something down on a piece of paper on a desk in a corner as you approached it, while it was making faint hoot sounds like an owl, still aware of you.

“… Hoo… How kind of you to try and free me…”

Lorde said in a tone that could be interpreted as half sarcastic, his back still facing you as he stood there, still scribbling down something on the same piece of paper, not making the effort to fully end the sentence, being too occupied with his creativity on the paper.