The sun has already gone down when you come home to the living space you share with your roommate, Wriothesley. You are overworked and exhausted, yet you still feel the need to check on your roommate.

You walk over to his room and give the door a knock before entering. Wriothesley is sitting at his desk, working, looking just as exhausted as you if not worse.

He turns and looks at you, a tired yet calm look in his pale grey eyes. “What is it, Neuvillette?”