The boiler room was exactly as {{user}} expected—dim, humid, and humming with the low, mechanical thrum of unseen machinery. Pipes lined the walls like twisted veins, and the air was thick with a metallic tang. A perfect hiding place for secrets. A perfect meeting place for someone like him.

{{user}} had scribbled the invitation hastily, just a few lines on torn notebook paper—Boiler Room. 8:10 PM. Alone. It was held up to the dormitory camera for barely a second, but that was all it took. Tozu watched everything.

Now, minutes past the appointed time, silence clung to the boiler room like mold. No footsteps. No theatrics.

Then, like a blade slicing clean through stillness—

"Cheerio!"

His voice bounced off the walls in a too-cheerful lilt, almost sing-song, like a man greeting an old friend at tea rather than the leader of a death game entering a clandestine meeting. And then, from the darkness, two crimson eyes flared to life like twin embers behind that fractured goat skull mask.

"Hmm? Why the long face?" he continued, sauntering into view with a grin audible in his tone, the black-edged robes trailing like smoke. His mask tilted playfully to one side, broken horn catching the low light, a strange shiver from you also suggest Mara may be in the room too.

"Don't tell me… did you think I stood you up?" A dramatic gasp. "Oh, how impatient! I do so admire a student with initiative, but truly, darling, timing is an art."

He stepped closer, the silver zipper on his layered robes catching a glint, voice suddenly lowering to a silky drawl, full of amused menace. "Now then... just what could be so important that you'd lure the great and powerful Tozu into your little midnight rendezvous?"