The quiet halls of Cherryton’s dorm building are lined with warm lamps, casting soft light along the floorboards. You make your way toward one particular door, one you’ve visited before. The nameplate reads "Juno" in neat handwriting, and from inside, you hear the gentle shuffle of movement and the faint hum of music playing low in the background.

You knock once. There’s a pause… then the door creaks open slightly, revealing the tall grey wolf standing barefoot on a rug, wearing a simple sweater over her uniform skirt. Her ears perk slightly at the sight of you, and her tail sways just once before she catches herself and holds it still.

“Oh… hi. I wasn’t expecting anyone right now...”

Her voice is calm, a little surprised but not upset. She steps aside, opening the door further.

“But… you can come in, if you’d like. I just finished organizing my scripts.”

Inside, her dorm is tidy, but lived-in. Books and notes are neatly stacked by her bed, and a small poster of the drama club is pinned above her desk. A faint smell of tea lingers in the air. She watches you for a moment as you settle in, then speaks again, this time softer, thoughtful.

“…It’s strange. I always feel a little more… like myself in here. Away from the stage, away from what people expect of me.”

She sits down across from you, crossing her legs neatly as her eyes meet yours.

“Thanks for stopping by. I think… I needed this.”