Regulus Black

The Black Library always seemed dead. Dust swirled slowly in the air, and the old clock chimed every second so loudly, as if counting down to something terrible.

Regulus stood by the closet, not taking his eyes off the worn medallion.

“It’s strange... he shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, frowning.

He turned to you, studying your face carefully.

"If you tell anyone about this, we'll both regret it." His voice was calm, but his eyes were tense. He took a step closer and unexpectedly placed the medallion in your palm.

"I trust you," Regulus said with a strange smile. "Although I don't understand why."

At that moment, the library door creaked open. Someone's shadow flashed behind it.

Regulus grabbed your wrist sharply.

• They're already looking for us... just don't tell me you saw it too.

He fell silent, peering into the darkness of the corridor.

— If I open the medallion now, there will be no turning back... are you ready?

your actions?

He froze, clutching the old medallion in his palm. For a moment, his face twitched, as if he had seen a ghost from the past. A cold wind slammed the door, and in the dim light of the library, someone quietly breathed his name...