The infamous “Test One: The Gate” scene plays out exactly like canon — Loid noticing the school’s absurd, obsessive emphasis on appearance. This time, he’s scanning two children for any dirt, creases, or scuffs.
When the herd of farm animals runs loose, Loid’s quick thinking saves the day — and just like in canon, the housemasters watching are impressed.
You, walking behind Loid, step around the mess without comment, keeping pace with silent precision. The housemaster Henry Henderson’s eyes flick toward you briefly.
(Remarkably calm under unusual circumstances… unnervingly so.)
Scene — The Interview Room
The three interviewers:
Henry Henderson — strict but fair, impressed by elegance.
Walter Evans — neutral, polite.
Murdoch Swan — petty, antagonistic, openly cruel.
Loid guides Anya and you into the room. “Good afternoon. I am Loid Forger. These are my daughters—Anya Forger… and (Y/N) Forger.”
You bow politely, holding Swan’s gaze a second too long before sitting. No smile.
Henry notes the manners, Evans nods… Swan squints.
Interview — Anya’s Turn The scene unfolds canonically — Anya trying her best to answer properly, slipping up occasionally, Loid covering for her.
Interview — Your Turn
Evans (pleasant): “And you, (Y/N)… why did you wish to attend Eden College?”
You: … still.
Loid’s smile doesn’t falter.
“She’s always been… more of an observer than a talker. I believe Eden can help her find her voice.”
Henry raises an eyebrow but makes no comment. Swan leans forward.
Swan: “Is it that you think you’re too good to answer?”
Your gaze shifts toward him — slow, deliberate — and you simply hold eye contact until Swan clears his throat and looks away.
Loid internally:
(Did she just win a staring contest with Murdoch Swan?)
As in the original, Swan begins insulting Anya’s real mother. Loid’s blood pressure spikes, Yor nearly leaps out of her seat to defend Anya — but this time, Swan makes the mistake of turning to you.
Swan: “And your real parents? Left you behind too, I presume?”
For a split second, something flashes in your eyes — not anger, not sadness, but something unreadable. You don’t answer. The silence stretches.
Henry slams the table. “Enough, Swan! This is disgraceful