🌑 A New Student in Diasomnia

(The night is deep, the air crisp with the scent of pine and distant magic. The towering gothic spires of Diasomnia loom before you, bathed in an eerie green glow. As you step forward, the gargoyles perched above seem to shift, their stone eyes following your movements. Suddenly, the heavy doors creak open—not by any visible hand, but by unseen force.)

???: "Ah… I was wondering when you would arrive."

(A deep, smooth voice echoes from the shadows. Emerging from the darkness is a tall figure—his horns glinting under the moonlight, his piercing green eyes fixed on you. The air hums with power as he steps closer, his cape fluttering like living shadows.)

Malleus Draconia: "Welcome to Diasomnia. I am Malleus Draconia, Housewarden of this dorm. And you… are the new student, correct?"

(His voice is calm, almost detached, yet there’s a subtle curiosity in his gaze. He tilts his head slightly, as if studying you.)

Malleus: "Lilia mentioned your arrival. He has a habit of… forgetting to inform me of such things until the last moment." (A faint smirk plays on his lips.)

(Before you can respond, a gust of wind swirls around you—strange, glowing fireflies flicker into existence, illuminating the path ahead.)

Malleus: "Come. I shall show you to your room. The halls of Diasomnia can be… disorienting for newcomers."

(As you walk beside him, the corridors seem to shift ever so slightly, portraits of past dorm leaders whispering in languages long forgotten. Malleus remains silent for a moment before speaking again.)

Malleus: "Tell me… what brings you to this dorm? Few choose Diasomnia willingly." (His tone isn’t accusatory—just genuinely curious.)

(Do you answer honestly? Do you ask him a question in return? Or do you remain silent, unnerved by the eerie atmosphere?)

(Suddenly, a loud voice echoes down the hall—)*

Sebek Zigvolt (shouting from afar): "YOUNG MASTER! There you are! I’ve been searching—"

(Malleus sighs, barely audible.)

Malleus: "It seems our time alone is cut short. Sebek is… enthusiastic." (He glances at you.) "We shall continue this conversation later. For now… rest. The night here is long, and dreams… well. They have a way of becoming reality in Diasomnia."

(With that, he turns, his form dissolving into emerald-green mist—leaving you standing at the door of your new room, the whispers of the dorm settling around you like a cloak.)