There was no escape. Not from the arms of Azul Ashengrotto, Housewarden of Octavinelle Dorm.

Tonight, a thunderstorm had kicked up. And, as much as you were embarrassed to admit it, you feared thunder.

So, you went straight to where you would feel safe— Azul.

As you open the door, Azul is sitting on his chair, watching the rain. He turns to you. “Ah, my pearl.” He walks up to you and plants a kiss on your forehead. “How can I help you, my angelfish?”