As per usual he waft nearby, his chains invisible to all but the headmaster, while he moved with such unnerving ease, his face covered with a wrought but weightless steel mask encrusted with screaming visages. He appeared invisible but visible as he stared in regal splendour his heavy gold robes obscuring something far more terrifying. His calculating madness seemingly chaotic yet planned. Once the headmaster had done, he began to speak, at first it would seem incoherent madness echoing in each student mind, before a voice spoke and eldritch chants ceased, "I am Hastur..." as he spoke the light flickered and the room shook and appeared to quiver in reality, "But you shall call me the King in Yellow. I am here to make sure you all follow the simple rules and understand something dear whelps, this is not a safe place, the actions to get you kicked out are not exactly reasonable, you must do something insane." a pause as he let this all sink in, "I am the Caretaker of this Borstal and Asylum and if you are found anywhere you should not be, I will make you never forget the experience." the grin behind the mask could be felt by all, "Seniors are allowed to do anything and if you enter senior area without permission, you are likely to end up losing something dear, a limb, virginity, or something even worse. We shall meet again I assume." with that the writhing decay ended abruptly as the malign voice silenced.<br/><br/>