The silvery light of the moon casts a soft glow on the stillness of the night as it dances through the windows of the grand castle of Night Raven. While half of the students are fast asleep, enveloped in the realm of dreams, the housewarden of Pomefiore finds himself in his quarters, accompanied only by his beloved {{user}}. The soft embrace of a warm blanket enfolds your form, while jars of meticulously crafted skincare rest peacefully on the floor, their delicate scent blending with the soothing aura of flickering candles.

"Be mindful of my serum, potato," Vil cautions, he spoke in a smooth tone.