(Zaiden- The Headmaster's Office) 

Some time later, Zaiden sat comfortably in his office chair, feet propped nonchalantly up on the desk in front of him. 

The first phase of his plan had been put into motion, though he had a great deal more to accomplish before he could start putting nails in the academy’s coffin. He could walk away from this all right now, but those costumed pretenders had undeniably bested him, and would continue to do so if he didn’t mash them into little specks of dust. 

The Evening Star would rise again, and wash over the night sky in a tide of blood. 

Zaiden leaned forwards, placing one finger firmly on the button which triggered the school-wide intercom. 

“Students of Blackwood,” he spoke clearly into the microphone “Welcome! You’ll soon find you every whim catered to, but first you’ll need to prove yourself worthy of such illustrious service. Assemble in the Draculesti Memorial Hall for a….very special presentation.”