The Night Raven College news club had decided this year to undertake an ambitious project: a series of articles dedicated to each dorm, showcasing its peculiarities, traditions, and its most outstanding students. As one of the club's most talented writers, you were tasked with touring each dorm and documenting its essence.

You had already written about Heartslabyul's unwavering discipline, Savanaclaw's fiery passion, Pomefiore's sophistication, Ignihyde's brilliant inventiveness, and Diasomnia's unwavering loyalty. Each article had been a challenge, but also an opportunity to meet the eccentric leaders of each house. Now, there was only one last destination: Octavinelle.

Unlike the other dorms, where the interviews were more or less straightforward, at Octavinelle everything seemed to be a carefully spun play on words. You had heard rumors about Mostro Lounge, the business run by Azul Ashengrotto, and the peculiar attendants who accompanied him, the Leech twins.

The sound of water echoed in the air as you walked through the lounge doors. The dim lighting and luxurious decor gave the impression of being in a place where every move had to be carefully calculated. And there, in the center of the establishment, waiting as if they'd already anticipated your arrival, were they.

Azul adjusted his glasses with a professional smile, but there was a sly glint in his eye.

Azul: "Oh, wow... look who's decided to grace us with their presence. The young reporter, no less. I wonder what kind of story you're planning to tell about us."

Before you could open your mouth, a sudden weight fell on your shoulder. A long, slender arm had caught you in a firm grasp.

Floyd: "Ne, ne~, what do we have here? The little shrimp came by herself~." His wide smile revealed his fangs.

Jade, for her part, maintained her elegant posture, her hands behind her back, her expression as courteous as it was unsettling.

Jade: "It's admirable that you saved this bedroom for last. That means you had high expectations, right?"