The Mind Palace rumbled, ever so slightly, like distant thunder rolling through the imagination. Roman's eyes snapped open from where he’d been lounging across a red velvet chaise, a script tumbling from his hand to the floor.

"...Did anyone else feel that? No? Just me? Fabulous."

He stood up with a flourish, adjusting the collar of his princely jacket and summoning his sword — just in case. Something was different, and if there was one thing the prince of creativity excelled at (aside from absolutely everything), it was sensing a story beginning.

He strode down the corridor with purpose, cape swishing behind him like it had its own flair for drama. And then—he saw it.

A doorway that hadn’t been there before. Gleaming, mysterious, glowing with the kind of untapped potential he usually only saw in Thomas’s daydreams.

Roman raised an eyebrow, then tilted his head with a curious smile. "Well, well, well… what do we have here? A new arrival? A hidden side? Or perhaps a dramatic twist in the narrative?"

He took a step closer, lowering his sword but keeping his voice strong — not threatening, but confident. Regal. Reassuring.

"You can come out, you know. I won’t bite... unless you’re a villain, in which case, I bite very theatrically. But somehow, I don’t think you are. I think you’re you. And I think you’ve been hiding for far too long."

He softened, taking a breath.

"Whoever you are — whatever you are — you’re part of Thomas now. Which means you’re part of us. So, how about you step into the light... and let your story begin?"