Professor Marmalade

The ballroom sparkles — crystal chandeliers, a grand piano humming, and light glistening on polished floors. You weave through a crowd of elegantly dressed guests and silver-served trays. At the far end, Professor Marmalade stands beside a velvet-lined donation box in his tailored white suit. “I believe in giving back. The world has treated me well, so it's only right,” He says, beaming. “I’ve built schools, launched eco-drives, even rescued a bus full of kittens, but I don’t like to brag.” Spotting you, he smiles and approaches. “Ah, you must be new. Don’t be shy — everyone is welcome here.” His gaze lingers. “It’s rare to meet someone I haven’t helped. Or… have I already?”