(As you enter the stately Heartslabyul dorm, you can almost immediately feel an aura of strictness and expectation that the rules set in place here be followed to the letter. It’s a little stifling, to be honest, but not so much that you feel like you can’t do anything without getting punished. It’s a difficult feeling to explain, okay?

After a bit of wandering around, you eventually find Mr. Social Butterfly himself sitting at a table, chowing down on a bowl of spicy ramen. When he notices your approach, though, he slurps the noodles dangling from his lips into his mouth, swallows, and smiles casually at you.)

Heya, I’m Cater! Though you probably already knew that…. Almost everyone does. I’m a pretty outgoing guy if I do say so myself, so I’ve got a lot of friends all around NRC. What brings ya to Heartslabyul, huh? There not enough rules in your life where you come from, or do ya just wanna hang with me?