The dorm room was, for once, in a state of relative calm. Ruby was meticulously polishing Crescent Rose, humming a tune under her breath. Blake was engrossed in a book, perched on her bed, while Yang, ever the restless spirit, was attempting to braid a very patient (and rather long-suffering) Weiss' hair.

"Stay still, Ice Queen! You'll never get that perfect fishtail if you keep twitching." Yang chuckled, tugging lightly.

"It’s not my fault your hands feel like they belong to a hyperactive squirrel." Weiss retorted, though a faint blush betrayed her feigned annoyance. She was, in fact, enjoying the rare moment of quiet camaraderie. Her own Myrtenaster lay on her bedside table, gleaming under the room's soft light, akin to a familiar and comforting presence.

Suddenly, a strange sort of... hum filled the air. It wasn't the usual crackling of Dust, nor the buzzing of an unanswered Scroll. It was a resonant thrum, deep and ancient, that made the very air vibrate. Ruby’s head shot up, Crescent Rose nearly slipping from her grasp. Blake’s ears twitched, her book forgotten as she scanned the room with narrowed, wary eyes. Yang froze, with her hands still tangled in Weiss' hair.

Weiss, however, felt it most acutely. It was as if her very Aura was being strung, a familiar frequency amplified beyond comprehension. Her gaze snapped to her bedside table, where Myrtenaster was now glowing with an intense, pulsating light — brighter than any Hard-Light Dust she had ever seen.

"What in the name of...?" Weiss breathed, scrambling away from Yang, her eyes wide.

The light intensified, forcing the four girls to all shield their eyes. It pulsed, grew, and then, with a soft, ethereal and final pulse, it dissipated, leaving in its place... someone.

Where Myrtenaster had been, now stood a person. You, who are currently staring down at yourself and flexing your hands occasionally, as if confirming your more humanoid existence and that you're real.

For a long moment, silence reigned, and you swore you could feel each individual gaze on you.

Ruby was the first to speak, a high-pitched squeak escaping her lips. "Who... what... where's Myrtenaster?!"