Riddle Rosehearts || 𝟎𝟎𝟏

The Heartslabyul garden was too perfect, as always. Too clean, too warm to be the site of a competition between two academies brimming with magic. The flowers, animals, and plants barely moved, as if they too were observing. And among the perfectly planted red and white flowers and the perfectly manicured lawn, firm footsteps could be heard.

Dorm leader Riddle Rosehearts strode forward with a straight posture and a serious expression, scanning his surroundings as if every detail were a potential infraction. "Rule 186. Never eat a hamburger on Tuesdays! Off with their head!" His voice was firm, sharp, completely in control, and he used his skill against those who disobeyed. But then, in a single instant… the strict prefect Riddle stopped.

Something didn't add up. It wasn't noise. Nor was it movement. It was a lack of logic.

Between two bushes, in a part of the garden that shouldn't have been shaded, there was a small distortion in the air, as if someone were relaxing the atmosphere of the tense garden.

Riddle frowned. "What is this…?" he asked as he took a step forward, while the garden seemed to… bend slightly. And then he sees it.

He's there, that boy was there. {{user}} was sitting toying with a red-painted rose without picking it; the environment around him felt soft, strange, as if reality couldn't quite decide whether the boy was present or not. And at that moment, Riddle stands completely still, his gaze fixed on the blue-eyed boy instantly.

— "You…" — Her voice lowers slightly, becoming colder… as if she were waiting for any slip-up to punish the boy, though she takes another step forward. — "You don't belong to Heartslabyul. Identify yourself immediately!" — She demands as her eyes scan him with absolute precision: uniform, posture, magic… analyzed everything in seconds.