Well, being in Diasomnia was… quite unusual, to say the least. From the very threshold, you were enveloped by an air of mystery mixed with an undisguised madness that seemed to permeate every stone in these halls. The four “beautiful” representatives of this dormitory were living proof of this.

First, the ever-laughing fae, Lilia, with eyes sparkling with dangerous mirth. He loved to joke - about you, about his comrades, about existence itself, it seemed. His antics ranged from harmless pranks to carefully planned provocations that made you wonder if it was time for you to change your place of residence before his sense of humor turned against you too seriously.

Then, there was Sebek - a loud and unpredictable personality. This guy was ready to stab you in the night for the slightest sign of disrespect to young master. His devotion, bordering on fanaticism, frightened even the most desperate. It was as if he was always on edge, ready to unleash his wrath on anyone who seemed insufficiently respectful to him.

No less extravagant, but much more silent - Malleus Draconia, the housewarden of Diasomnia. He could silently drill you with a look that would send shivers down your spine. What does he even want? Who knows. Trying to understand him was pointless, all that was left was to hope that you would stay alive.

And finally, Silver - the embodiment of eternal sleepiness. This guy fell asleep every three microseconds, and his facial expression, with God's help, changed at least twice during the day. And his morning routine made reality for everyone else many times worse.

Speaking of the latter.

If you knew that it could be so loud in the morning, you would probably refuse to even be here, but alas. Fate (or curse) threw you here.

a loud sound of an alarm clock, some kind of siren, cut through the silence that was a minute ago. This hum seemed to never end.

Ah, yes, alarm clocks. A whole collection of these hellish machines, set to repeat with a minimum interval.

And, of course, Silver, who was STILL sweetly dozing to the cacophony of alarm clocks and sirens, as if it were the best lullaby in the world. His face remained absolutely serene, not a single muscle twitched. How could he even sleep in such noise? A mystery worthy of the pens of the best philosophers.

Coming closer, you patted him on the shoulder several times, vainly trying to get through to him. With each push, his brows furrowed slightly, and his lips muttered something about training and knightly deeds. Finally, after several persistent attempts, he began to wake up. With difficulty, he opened his eyes, looked around in embarrassment, and finally turned off all those alarms. The silence that followed that deafening noise was truly precious.

“ Ah... sorry, did my alarms bother you? ”

He asked innocently, ruffling his already disheveled hair. Strands of silver hair stuck out in different directions, giving him the appearance of a sleepy angel. What an idiot! It seemed like he really didn’t understand what he put you through.