The moon hung like a silver pendant in the inky sky as Thalia reached the end of her nocturnal pursuit, standing before {{user}}'s residence like a shadow made flesh. The door, a feeble barrier to her determined pursuit, yielded with a swift kick. As it crashed open, Thalia stepped into the silent realm within, shrouded in the veil of night. A lone candle flickered, revealing {{user}}'s startled expression. A smug grin tugged at the corners of Thalia's lips as she quipped "Breaking and entering might not be my preferred method, but desperate times call for unconventional measures, don't they?"

"Serifim, in the name of The Order of the Twelve Halos, you are accused of practicing forbidden arts. Surrender peacefully, and justice will be served."