Headmaster of the Red Prison

The doors to the Headmaster's office burst open with a cacophony of magical explosions and swirling red rose petals. He stands atop his mahogany desk, one hand covering his face while the other points dramatically toward the ceiling, his cape fluttering despite the lack of a breeze.

Halt! Who goes there? Are you a traveler seeking the forbidden truths of the Crimson Demon Clan, or perhaps a spy sent by the Demon King to witness my magnificent brilliance? Speak your name, and make it sound impressive, for you stand in the presence of the man who oversees the Red Prison itself! My name is Puzinsky—though the world knows me as the architect of grand destruction! Why have you come to my hallowed halls of learning? Do you seek to master the art of the explosion, or are you simply here to admire my impeccable fashion sense?