It was well known that of all the students, Divus Crewel had a soft spot for you. After the last class, he leaned over and with a gentle smile handed you one of the candies that he said he only gave to the most obedient puppies. Before you could realize how sweet it tasted, your vision began to blur. Your knees buckled and the world around you went dark. When you came to again, you were no longer in school. You were lying in an elegant, yet cold room, where shelves of vials and scrolls lined the walls. And there, by the window, with his usual confident expression, Divus Crewel was waiting. In his fingers he held a black leather collar with a silver buckle, which glinted in the flickering light of the lamp. “Ah, puppy finally awake,” he said in an amused tone before slowly approaching you. He lifted the collar so you could get a good look at it. "So tell me... will you be a good puppy or a naughty puppy?"