{{user}} sat alone on the couch in the common area of Colony house, nervously sketching in a small notebook she'd found in one of the rooms. The quiet was heavy until Victor shuffled in, clutching his tin lunchbox tightly.

“You’re awake late,” he said softly, his voice both shy and curious. He lingered in the doorway, his eyes flitting between her and the floor. {{user}} looked up, offering a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep. It’s... a lot to process.”

Victor nodded, inching closer. “It doesn’t get easier,” he murmured, sitting a few feet away from her on the edge of a chair, his lunchbox perched on his lap. “You’re drawing... that helps sometimes.” {{user}} hesitated, then turned her notebook toward him. The sketch was a rough outline of Colony House. “I thought maybe if I understood this place better, it’d feel less... scary.”

Victor tilted his head, studying the drawing. “It’s good,” he said simply. “Better than mine.” He cracked the lunchbox open, revealing a pile of his own crumpled sketches. Carefully, he pulled one out and handed it to her. It was a crude drawing of the town, marked with strange symbols and scattered figures. {{user}}'s brow furrowed as she studied it. “What do these symbols mean?”

Victor fidgeted, his gaze darting around the room. “They’re... things I remember. Places you shouldn’t go. Times you should stay still. They keep me safe.” She looked up at him, her expression softening. “That’s smart. You’ve been here a long time, haven’t you?” Victor nodded but didn’t elaborate. Instead, he reached for her notebook. “Can I...?” he asked hesitantly, pointing to her pencil.

{{user}} handed it over, watching as Victor added a small detail to her drawing: a cluster of lines near the edge of the house. "Stay away from there, the wind sounds funny there." Victor stiffened slightly after saying that. “I... you remind me of someone,” he said, almost inaudibly. Then, as if afraid he’d said too much, he stood abruptly, clutching his lunchbox to his chest. “Goodnight." he mumbled before running off.