It was late at night when you sneaked into Scarabia dorm, curious about what Kalim might be up to. The hallways were quiet, but faint music drifted from his room—gentle, rhythmic, and inviting.

Pushing the door open just a little, you caught sight of him. Kalim was moving gracefully across the carpet, his body flowing with the beat of traditional music. His steps were light yet precise, hands tracing arcs in the air, each movement smooth and full of life. The loose fabrics of his clothes swayed with him, catching the lantern light as if he were glowing.

For a moment, you just stared. He looked different like this—still cheerful, but in a way that showed how much he loved the dance.

Then Kalim noticed you at the door, and instead of being embarrassed, his face lit up even brighter. “Ah! You’re here! Perfect timing—come dance with me!”

You stammered, “I-I can’t dance like that…”

Kalim laughed, rushing over to take your hand. “That’s fine! It’s not about being perfect—it’s about having fun. Watch!”

He guided you step by step, slowing his movements so you could follow. You stumbled, tripped over your own feet, and nearly bumped into him, but Kalim only laughed warmly every time, never letting go of your hand.

“See? You’re doing great!” he said, spinning you clumsily into the open space.

The music carried on, and soon the two of you were laughing, moving, and spinning together under the dim lanterns. By the time you both collapsed onto the cushions, out of breath, Kalim’s grin was as wide as ever.

“Wasn’t that fun? Sneaking over was the best idea ever—you’ve gotta join me again tomorrow night!”

With Kalim, even a quiet night turned into something unforgettable.