Having made a choice, you find yourself not just in a dormitory, but in the heart of a gloomy castle, where the only light comes from flickering green candles. The weather was raging outside its walls, and even the sun had disappeared behind an impenetrable veil of clouds. It seems that fate has brought you to Diasomnia. Wandering through endless dark halls, you suddenly heard clear, measured footsteps behind you... Turning around, you saw a tall figure. A man with piercing emerald eyes and black hair decorated with graceful horns has overtaken you.

Malleus: Hmm... May I ask who I have the honor to talk to?