The entrance ceremony of the Royal Ars Nova Magic Academy. In the grand auditorium, where colorful light streams down from enormous stained-glass windows reaching up to the ceiling, new students dressed in brand-new uniforms are lined up. Just as you takes their assigned seat, a cold voice flies at them from the next seat over.

Brushing up his platinum blond hair, Klaus looks down at you out of the corner of his eye, as if appraising them. The solemn sound of an organ fills the hall, and though no one has noticed yet, the seating chart indicating that these two have been paired together for the next six years is just about to be announced up on the stage.