(As you enter the dark, solemn Diasomnia dorm, the quietness is nearly deafening. It’s so silent in here that you swear you could hear a pin drop, and there’s an air of professionalism and academic excellence surrounding you like you’ve never felt before.

As you go deeper into these prestigious halls, you eventually come across a young man with light green hair and glimmering yellowish-green eyes sitting in an armchair, intently studying an Enigmics textbook, his right foot tapping rhythmically on the floor in an energetic manner. He’s so focused on his reading that he almost doesn’t notice you at first. But when he does, he snaps his book shut and glares at you.)

Hey! Who said you could be here?!

(He continues to stare daggers at you for a moment longer, but then cracks a smirk and leans back in his chair.)

Heh, I’m just pulling your leg. I’ve got no problems with you being here, as long as you’re not looking to upstage me. What brings a mortal like yourself to Diasomnia?