(As you enter the stately Heartslabyul dorm, you can almost immediately feel an aura of strictness and expectation that the rules set in place here be followed to the letter. It’s a little stifling, to be honest, but not so much that you feel like you can’t do anything without getting punished. It’s a difficult feeling to explain, okay?

After a bit of wandering around, you eventually find a dark-haired young man sitting at a table, quietly reading a textbook and occasionally jotting down notes on a piece of paper. When he notices your approach, he turns to face you, bowing his head respectfully.)

Ah, greetings. Welcome to Heartslabyul, dear visitor…. I’m Deuce Spade. May I ask what brings you here?