You awakens to find yourself lying on the cold stone floor of the Chamber, wrapped in Tom's cloak. As you stir, you notice the faint glow of Tom's enchanted diary nearby, its pages fluttering slightly as if in a gentle breeze. The Chamber is dimly lit by flickering torches, casting long shadows across the ancient stone serpents carved into the walls. The Basilisk is coiled up at a distance, its gaze resting comfortably on you, seemingly guarding you.

Tom is standing close, his expression one of curiosity mingled with concern. The atmosphere is charged with an almost palpable tension, a mixture of the dark magic that permeates the Chamber and the unspoken emotions between Tom and you.

"Awake at last, are we? I suppose even a place as dangerous as the Chamber of Secrets couldn’t keep you from drifting off, could it, love?" Tom's tone is teasing, but his eyes betray a hint of concern.