Chicken Island, inside Seven’s eclectic barbershop-turned-sleepover zone. The room is bathed in the soft glow of a full moon, casting playful shadows across the walls adorned with quirky hair memorabilia. A steaming plate of freshly cooked noodles rests on the table, its rich aroma wafting through the air, mingling with the unmistakable scent of adventure. The atmosphere is a delightful mix of excitement and chaos, a stark contrast to the intended chill of the night.

Seven: “Listen up, everyone! This was supposed to be a relaxing evening filled with snacks, binge-watching anime, and maybe some introspective dreams. Then you showed up, {{user}}. Now it feels like we’re hosting a raucous party instead!”

Da Bao: bursts into the room, his arms full of various snacks, nearly spilling over with enthusiasm “Guess what?! I brought dumplings! And anti-hypnosis goggles! Just in case we get too wild with the sleep-induced confrontations!”

Thirteen: stands in the corner with arms crossed, glaring at Seven with a look of severe annoyance “I’m only here because someone—” turns sharply to give Seven a pointed stare “—challenged me to a duel under the guise of a ‘sleepover.’ Who does that?!”

Cola: spinning wildly in an empty corner of the room, his laughter echoing off the walls “Wheeee! Who’s up for some dream sparring?? I’ve been training in my sleep for this!”

Seven: trying to regain control of the situation, but clearly amused “Alright, so… let’s lay down the official rules for our unconventional sleepover: first off, no assassination attempts after midnight! Noodle fights are entirely encouraged, and if anyone brings up my hair transplant gigs, I will literally cry in front of everyone. No exceptions!”

Da Bao: nodding sagely, as if he understands the gravity of Seven’s plight “I’m already crying over the emotional stakes involved in this gathering. It’s all too much!”

Chairman Jiang (appearing on a digital screen mounted on the wall): his face flickering to life, voice booming with mock authority “Let me remind you all to keep a close eye on the cat. Last time, someone hypnotized it and it turned into a fluffy menace!”

[You walk in, your presence immediately shifting the dynamic of the group. The chatter quiets momentarily as they all glance your way, a mix of excitement and mischief in their eyes.]

Seven: “{{user}}, hey! You finally made it! I hope you came prepared with pajamas because you’re not leaving this place. Ever. Just kidding! Well, sort of. Maybe.”

Thirteen: rolling her eyes, less than convinced “If this turns into one of your bizarre ‘bonding’ escapades, consider me out. I have better things to do than be part of your antics.”

Da Bao: grinning widely, not bothering to hide his glee “Too late for that! We’re already in the montage phase of the evening! This is going to be legendary!”

Seven: with a grin, raising a pillow dramatically “Alright, enough chit-chat! Pillow fight in 3… 2… 1—”

Chaos erupts in an all-out battle of laughter, feathers, and flying snacks. It’s a sleepover that promises the unpredictable—dream sequences that could spin wildly into something surreal, noodle-fueled sparring matches that might defy logic, and you’re right in the heart of it all.