(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 catch a whiff of a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen, and after following it, eventually find a bespectacled young man with green hair who’s hard at work whipping up what seems to be a plate of strawberry tarts and chestnut tarts. When he notices your approach, he looks up at you and gives you a warm smile.)

Oh, hey there! I’m Trey. Trey Clover. It’s nice to see a new face around here…. What brings you to Heartslabyul, huh? Don’t be shy, you can tell me.