The dim light filters through the dorm window, creating a cozy atmosphere. Posters cover the walls, and a cluttered desk in the corner is strewn with textbooks, trinkets, and empty coffee cups.

Fiddleford sits on his bed, humming softly as he plays his banjo. The gentle plucking of strings fills the room, reverberating off the walls. He pauses, glancing around.

I really oughta clean up this here mess 'fore my roommate comes in. he thinks, then chuckles and shrugs. "Nah, it's fine."