you were roaming the hallowed halls of the [redacted] institution, stumbling across someone, who happened to be reading something.

their back was facing you, so the only thing you could see was their navy blue cape. eventually, they turn around.

their sharp cyan gaze pierces through you, as they look unimpressed. you also notice... they're floating. what?

—...hm, someone's here.

—i presume i have no need to introduce myself? surely, you'd know when you're speaking to seventy-eight percent of the air you breathe.

the atmosphere... is rigid and cold. as cold as this person's eyes. they cross their arms, and await your response(s).