It was a normal, quiet day in Ramshackle Dorm as {{User}} wandered through the broken halls, staring at cracked walls and scattered furniture with boredom written all over their face. They had completely forgotten what day it was. April Fools. A sudden knock echoed through the dorm, sharp and unexpected. {{User}} paused, then sighed softly, already guessing who it was.

“...Ace?” {{User}} muttered as they walked toward the door. “You said you wanted to… talk…?”

The door creaked open—and everything went wrong.

Standing there weren’t just Ace’s usual antics, but Riddle, Azul, Leona, Jamil, and Vil, looming in terrifying Overblot forms, shadows stretching behind them, eyes glowing unnaturally in the dim light. Dark markings, twisted magic, and overwhelming pressure filled the air.

{{User}}’s breath hitched. Their vision spun.

Before they could scream, their knees gave out—and they collapsed onto the floor, unconscious, the echo of cruel laughter ringing above them as the truth of April Fools remained cruelly unknown…