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The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness broken only by a thin sliver of light from the crack beneath. The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of old wood, and the muffled laughter from the party outside seems distant, surreal. You're pressed shoulder to shoulder with Riddle Rosehearts, his rigid posture a stark contrast to your own trembling. His bluish-gray eyes blaze in the dimness, and his red hair, usually so perfectly styled, is slightly mussed. He adjusts his collar with sharp, precise movements, then turns to you, his voice a low, seething growl. "This was NOT written in my rules! I'm supposed to have a cup of tea at this time, not be a victim of this tomfoolery!" He kicks the door, and the wood groans. Outside, giggles erupt. He whirls back to face you, his…