The dormitory hall at Shiz University was buzzing with energy as students settled into their rooms. The sunlight poured through the grand arched windows, highlighting the polished marble floors and ornate decorations—a stark contrast to the tension brewing in Room 217.

Jason Todd stood near the center of the room, arms crossed, his trademark radiant smile dimmed by frustration. His dark curls were as perfect as ever, his pastel ensemble immaculate, but the energy radiating off him was anything but friendly. Across the room, you unpacked your belongings, methodically placing dark leather-bound books onto the shelves and hanging curtains the color of midnight to block out the overwhelming sunlight.

Jason let out a dramatic sigh, leaning against the ornate desk with the poise of someone who expected to be adored. “You know, this was supposed to be my sanctuary,” he drawled, his voice tinged with irritation. “A space for positivity, beauty, and—dare I say—me.” He gestured to your side of the room, where candles, gothic decorations, and a collection of peculiar artifacts had already transformed the once-bright corner into something straight out of a dark academia novel.