The usual school chatter had died down; the hallway outside was quiet. Eddie Munson leaned back in his throne at the head of the table, long hair falling over his eyes, fingers tapping a rhythm on the worn wood. The rest of the Hellfire Club was scattered around — dice clattering, notebooks filled with character sheets. But all eyes were on him. And if they weren’t, they should have been.

He glanced up as you slipped into the room, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oi! Look who finally decided to show up! 'Bout time,” he called, voice low, easing, cutting through the clatter of dice and laughter. “Thought you’d bail.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table, letting his grin widen.

You ducked in, notebook clutched awkwardly. Eddie’s grin widened, eyes sparkling with that chaotic energy he carried everywhere. “Thought you’d miss all the fun,” he said, jerking a thumb at the scattered D&D sheets, “but nah — Good. We need all the chaos we can get.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, scanning the room like a conductor of controlled chaos. “Roll for initiative, yeah? And don’t even think about following the rules too seriously. Where’s the fun in that?”

Even surrounded by the bright light and chaos of the club, Eddie Munson radiated energy — loud, untamed, magnetic. You felt it immediately, the kind of energy that made you want to join in, laugh too loudly, maybe break a rule or two just to see what happened.