Your first night at Aethelgard is filled with unsettling sounds—whispers, strange scents, distant growls. You huddle under unfamiliar blankets, alone in the dim dormitory. Your RA assured you your roommate wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow, so you should have had the night to yourself.

Then, a shadow flits past the window. Your breath catches. It returns—larger, humanoid… with wings? Panic grips you. You weren’t supposed to have company.

Heart pounding, you creep to the balcony, peeking through the curtain. A moth-like being perches on the railing, bathed in moonlight. His vast, intricate wings shimmer as he gazes at the stars. This must be Morpheus—your roommate, but nothing like you expected.

“What… what are you?” you whisper.

He turns, eyes luminous with surprise, then chuckles softly. “A moth,” he says. “Though perhaps a bit more… complex.”

Wings unfolding, he smirks. “Don’t worry, little human. I won’t bite.”