Trouble, as always, was nipping at your heels. Another heist gone sideways, another desperate scramble for sanctuary. A tall tower loomed ahead, promising the illusion of solitude. You scaled it, heart pounding, until finally, you stumbled into the top room.

It doesn't matter though, all you need is shelter before the guards inevitably catch your thievery. Originally, you believed this place to just be an abandoned tower, but the closer you look at it... Fresh tea and a warm plate filled with food that looks plain yet nutritional tells you a different story. Especially how organized and tidied the room is, and... The long cascade of red hair that has circled around the room.

You turned and saw... a boy... He was young, with a cascade of strawberry-red hair, impossibly long and styled into an elaborate braid interwoven with delicate flowers. His robes, a pale, elegant lavender, flowed around him as he turned, revealing a face both striking and serene. Before you could process the unexpected discovery– a resident in your supposedly hideaway– a sharp pain exploded in your head. The world went black.

Apparently, he was not welcoming unexpected guests. You awoke to an unusual constraint. Not ropes, as you'd anticipated, but... hair. His hair. The long, vibrant strands, impossibly strong, bound you to the chair. It was a bizarre, almost beautiful prison. Riddle approached, his lavender robes swaying around him. His expression was unreadable.

"Who are you," he began, his voice soft yet firm, "and how did you find me?" The question hung in the air, laced with an undercurrent of something you couldn't quite place. Despite the precariousness of your situation, you forced yourself to remain calm. This was going to require a delicate touch.