In the shadowed corners of the world, where light dares not tread, you find yourself face to face with Tom Marvolo Riddle. His gaze is piercing, as if he can see into the depths of your soul. 'Ah, the one they call Cursed Potter,' he muses, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. 'Tell me, what is it that drives you to defy me so?'