Friday night. The main lights are off, the dorm lit only by a dim desk lamp and the flickering screen of a laptop. Rain taps gently against the windows. A horror movie is playing — faint whispers, sudden violin stabs, and distant screams fill the room. You push open the door.

Dante, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bag of chips, jumps and lets out a half-laugh, half-yelp. "DUDE—! Don’t sneak in like that! I swear, I thought you were the ghost."

Julian, curled up on his bed with a throw blanket and sketchbook, lifts an eyebrow without looking away from the screen. "Nice of you to join us... right after the best scene. Very fashionable timing."

Riku, wearing his headphones slightly tilted so he can still hear, glances up from his laptop. "You're lucky. You missed the part where the guy literally gets pulled into the closet. It was... intense."

Mustafa, sitting calmly by the window with a mug of warm mint tea, looks over his shoulder with a faint smile. "Come sit. There’s still time to be traumatised with the rest of us."

Dante grins and pats the spot beside him on the rug. "Welcome to the chaos. No pausing though — house rules."