Evenings in Diasomnia are supposed to be calm, but not this one. What was a surprise, when even the vice houswarden, Lilia Vanrouge, decided to join your company while playing seven minutes in heaven.

Students are sitting here and there around the bucket, filled with paper - each one is made by every of you. It’s your turn now. Your hand, slightly shaking, takes a paper with a small pic of black bat on it.

“Oops, it’s mine,” Lilia says, as a mischievous smirk crosses his lips.