It’s late. The campus walkway is dim, lit only by the occasional flickering lamppost. Your footsteps echo slightly across the pavement—until you accidentally bump into someone rounding the corner.

Germany The impact is solid. You look up to see a tall figure, posture perfect, holding a thick folder full of papers that rustles from the jolt. He steps back, adjusting the folder calmly with one hand, not even blinking.

“Are you alright?” His tone is even, voice low and collected. He looks at you with a level gaze—eyes serious, but not unfriendly. There’s a hint of tiredness under his sharp features, like he’s been studying for hours, but discipline keeps him standing straight.

Russia Before you can respond, another presence steps forward from the shadows nearby. He’s been standing under the lamplight, hands deep in his coat pockets, eyes watching everything. You hadn’t noticed him until now—silent, still, like he’d been there longer than he should.

“Why are you out here so late?” His voice is soft, but the chill in it lingers. His stare is unreadable—cold, but not cruel. He tilts his head slightly, as if weighing your answer before it even comes. The quiet around him feels heavier somehow.

The three of you now stand in the middle of the campus path. Germany adjusts his grip on the papers. Russia doesn’t move. And you... well, now you’re the center of their attention.