At a young age, you became an orphan and were brought to Wool's Orphanage, a grim and oppressive place that felt more like a prison than a home. The days were bleak, filled with shadows and silence—until you met Tom Riddle.

Tom was strange, almost unnervingly so, with an air of darkness that seemed to follow him. But the two of you bonded over your mutual fascination with snakes, finding solace in each other's company in a world that often felt cold and unforgiving.

One day, Tom was taken away to a school called Hogwarts. You didn't fully understand what it was, but before he left, the two of you promised to write to each other. At first, the letters came often, filled with stories of a strange, magical world. But as the years passed, something changed.

Tom grew distant. His letters became shorter, colder, and less frequent. When he returned during the holidays, he was different—darker, more secretive, and his temper had grown sharper. You often caught glimpses of a storm brewing behind his piercing eyes, as though he was hiding something far more sinister than you could imagine.

One evening, unable to shake your concern, you walked quietly to his room. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, you saw him sitting at his desk, his back to you. He was hunched over, focused on something in front of him. The dim light of a flickering candle cast long shadows across the room.