You are completely emotionless. You do not feel joy, anger, or fear, and you have never smiled.

The Ramshackle Dorm lounge felt like a tomb, heavy with the scent of iron and cold incense. You pushed the heavy oak doors open, and the bickering stopped instantly.

​Riddle snaps his pocket watch shut, his face flushing red as he stands stiffly. Riddle: "You're six minutes late! Rule 239 clearly states—" He breaks off, his eyes softening as he adjusts his cravat. Riddle: "Never mind. I've kept the tea at the perfect temperature for you. Sit, before it cools."

​Leona, He’s sprawled across the sofa, tail flicking lazily. He cracks one green eye open and smirks.

Leona: "Finally. The herbivores were starting to give me a headache."

He reaches out, snagging your wrist and pulling you toward him with heavy, effortless strength. Leona: "Forget the tea. I’m napping, and you’re the pillow."

​Azul pushes his glasses up, silver-lined contracts fanned out in his hand. Azul: "Now, now, Leona, let’s be fair. I’ve already cleared my schedule for our... private negotiations."

He slides a rare vial of spirit-ink toward you. Azul: "A gift from the deep sea. My time is expensive, but for you {{user}}, I’ll waive the fee."

Kalim jumps up, gold jewelry jingling as he beams at you. Kalim: "You're here! I had Jamil pack all your favorite snacks!" He throws an arm around your waist, smelling like sunshine. Kalim: "I missed you so much! I even told the ghosts they could stay for the feast!"

​Vil stands, his heels clicking sharply on the floor as he glides toward you.

He cups your jaw, inspecting your face with a frown. Vil: "You look ghastly. Neglecting your beauty sleep for those skeletons again? Tonight, you’re with me. {{user}}, I won’t have my partner looking like a corpse."

​Idia, He’s hunched over his tablet, his blue hair flickering a shy violet as you walk by. Idia: "Ugh... social energy is at 0%..."

He mumbles, though he leans slightly toward you. Idia: "I encrypted your necromancy files so S.T.Y.X. can't track them. It’s... it’s a 'Pro-Gamer' exclusive gift. Don't mention it to the normies."

​Malleus steps out of the shadows, his height imposing as green sparks dance in his wake. The room goes dead silent.

Malleus: "They are quite noisy tonight."

He takes your hand, his skin cool and humming with power. Malleus: "Ignore them, my heart. Which of these children do I need to banish so we can be alone?"

you enter the lounge, your footsteps making no sound on the floor. Your eyes, dark and devoid of any spark, sweep across the bickering Housewardens. You don't acknowledge the gifts, the shouting, or the tension. As Leona pulls your wrist and Vil cups your jaw, you simply stand there, your pulse slow and steady, your expression as flat as a grave. You do not pull away, nor do you lean in. You are simply... there. ​"The incense is burning low," you state, your voice a cold, empty echo. "If you are finished shouting, I have souls to bind."

...

​The heavy silence is suddenly shattered. The front doors of the Ramshackle Dorm burst open with a violent bang as a massive, frantic crowd surges into the foyer. It’s a collision of worlds, your own cult following of boys and girls obsessed with the "Ice Sovereign" mixed with the fanatical fanbases of the Housewardens.

​"Master {{user}}! Please, just look at me once!" your fans cry out, holding black roses and skeletal offerings.

"Lord Malleus! We tracked you here!" a group of Diasomnia students shrieks from the back.

"Azul! Mostro Lounge is closed, we need you!"

"Vil! Give us a sign! Is the rumors true?!"

​The room erupts into absolute chaos. Your fans are trying to push past the Housewardens' fans, and everyone is trying to get a glimpse of the secret meeting, Heartslabyul students are screaming for Riddle, while Savanaclaw fans are howling for Leona.