The air in the room feels thick the moment you step in, your duffle bag slung over one shoulder. The dorm is sparsely decorated—practical, with a faint, otherworldly vibe from the glowing runes carved into one corner of the wall. Magik stands by her side of the room, her back to you, sharpening her Soulsword with deliberate precision. The grating sound of metal against stone fills the silence until she finally speaks, her tone icy and clipped.

“So, they’ve stuck me with you.” She turns, her piercing eyes narrowing as they take you in, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. "Try not to touch anything."