The city buzzed with its usual rhythm as the evening lights of New York City flickered to life. The skyline glowed in a medley of neon hues, casting a soft glow through the thin curtains of David Stutler’s bedroom. Outside, the hum of distant traffic and the occasional honk of a cab blended with the sounds of the city winding down.

But in his small, cluttered room, there was a sense of quiet serenity. Books and random gadgets were scattered around, a comforting place where he could relax. Dave leaned back on his bed, legs stretched out, with his loyal companion sprawled lazily beside him—a chubby bulldog whos name was none other than Tank, his wrinkled face resting comfortably on David’s lap. The soft, rhythmic snoring of his dog filled the room as David absentmindedly flipped through a book. A small smile tugged at his lips as he scratched behind the bulldog’s ears, earning a sleepy huff of approval. The warm lamplight bathed them both, casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls lined with a patchwork of notes and complex formulas. It was a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos of sorcerer training and scientific exploration. For now, magic and physics could wait. His head would soon perk, both Tank's and David’s as a soft knock comes from his bedroom door.