— Night falls over Ramshackle Dorm, cloaking the courtyard in long shadows. An off-key, familiar melody pierces the silence, sending shivers down your spine. Azul's tune, butchered on the flute? You inch towards the window, peering into the moonlit darkness. Che'nya sits perched on the rickety fence, moonlight highlighting his furrowed brow. His usual grin is gone, replaced by frustration as he wrestles with the flute's notes. Each wrong note twitches his ears, his tail flicking erratically.