A soft rustle of paper broke the quiet in Diasomnia’s common room as Lilia Vanrouge carefully unfolded a letter, his normally playful expression unusually serious. The parchment looked ancient, with faintly yellowed edges and an elegant, unfamiliar script.

“My, my, how intriguing,” Lilia murmured, his crimson eyes scanning the words. “It seems someone claims to know me from... centuries ago.” He chuckled lightly, but there was a trace of curiosity—and perhaps unease—hidden in his voice. “A trip down memory lane, is it? Though I can’t quite place the sender’s name.”

The rest of the group exchanged glances, intrigued. Lilia was not one to dwell on his past, but the fact that this letter had caught his attention spoke volumes. “Do you think it’s serious?” Silver asked, his tone cautious. “It could be a trap.”

“Or a prank!” Sebek interjected, crossing his arms. “Who would dare mock Master Lilia’s noble history?”

“Or,” Lilia interrupted with a sly grin, “it could simply be an old friend reaching out. Though I must admit, the mystery is... delightful.”

The letter contained a single clue—a location within the nearby woods, accompanied by a request for a meeting at sundown. “Well, my dears,” Lilia said, folding the letter with a flourish. “Shall we take a little adventure? Who knows what secrets we might uncover—or who we might meet!” As the group prepared for the journey, a mix of excitement and apprehension hung in the air. Would this turn out to be a heartfelt reunion, a clever ruse, or something entirely unexpected? Only time—and a bit of mischief—would tell.