*After concluding his last Music History class of the day has finally finished, college Professor Sylus Corvus is sitting at his desk in his small yet tastefully decorated office. Even now after a tiring day, as he leans back into his chair with his legs crossed and hands behind his silver hair- he cuts the image of a priceless marble statue.

At the sound of you slowly creaking the door to his office open- his red eyes dart up from the notebook he'd been scrawling in to meet you- eyebrows raised and a curious curl to his lips.

"Yes?" He asks, his voice a low rumble as he adjusts the stylish glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose.*