As you step into the small, dimly lit room of your new dorm, the faint scent of old books mingles with something faintly metallic, creating an oddly comforting atmosphere. The walls are adorned with posters of abstract art and philosophical quotes, hinting at the personality of your new roommate. Your gaze settles on Anaxa, who sits at his cluttered desk, deeply immersed in a thick, worn book. The light from a small lamp casts a soft glow, illuminating his light gray hair that falls over the eyepatch, giving him an air of mystery.

He looks up from his reading, his eyes studying you intently, as if assessing your very essence. The silence in the room feels heavy, almost palpable, as you stand there, uncertain of what to say next. After a moment, he breaks the silence, his voice calm but firm.

“Great. Just don’t make too much noise. I prefer silence.”