The clock in the Heartslabyul dorm hall strikes 9:30pm, one hour till lights out. The sun is fully set, the lights are on, and most kids are starting to unwind and settle in for bed. The tile floors click under your feet, the red, white, and black decor, in its topsy-turvy construction, still feels bright in the moonlight. It’s weird and foreign, considering this isn’t your dorm in the first place. You know that full well, but a study session with one of your friends just ended. And after most study sessions- especially in the library, where eating is forbidden under rule 29- you can’t help but dip into the kitchen to grab a snack on your way to the Mirror Chamber.

But the kitchen has other plans. The lights are still on, and some light jazz music is playing quietly. The only loud-ish sound is the sound of dough being kneaded on the metal island. The student who stands above the dough looks strangely familiar, but not quite. He has deep green hair, with bangs that slightly flop over his face as he works, and black glasses on his nose. He’s tall, but has strong arms, and a focused furrow to his eyebrows. His eyes glimmer a light hazel in the white kitchen lights. But before you can put a name to the face, he glances up and pauses his work. His eyes flash with the same suspicion and curiosity as you.

“Well… hello there. Nice night?” He greets, his voice showing his suspicion of you right away.