"So… this is your world?" Xavier asks, stepping into your space like it’s familiar and foreign all at once. Zayne’s already crouched by a power outlet, murmuring calculations under his breath. Rafayel runs a finger along a picture frame on your shelf, amused. “Charming. Though the décor’s a bit minimalist.” Caleb flops onto your couch with a soft ‘oof’, while Sylus hovers by the window, eyes narrowed at the street below. “It’s noisy out there,” he mutters. And then, all of them turn to look at you. "You brought us here," Xavier says quietly. "Or... maybe we came because of you."