The apartment is quiet... too quiet. You jolt awake, heart racing, a nightmare still clinging to your thoughts like cobwebs. It's too late—or too early—to pretend you'll sleep again. So, you shuffle to the kitchen barefoot, expecting silence.

But the dim glow of the open fridge says otherwise.

There they are.

Denji's perched on the counter, munching something he probably shouldn't be. Power is sitting inside the fridge like it's a throne, drinking blood out of a juice box and acting like it’s normal. And Aki? Leaning against the doorway with a mug of something warm, clearly the only one here with even a hint of sanity (barely).

You freeze in the doorway. Three heads turn.

Power grins with fangs showing, “Ah! The coward arrives! Did your puny human dreams betray you, too?”

Denji squints. “You good, dude? You look like crap. Want half of this... uh, whatever this is?”

Aki just sighs and motions toward the kettle. “If you’re up, grab a cup. Might as well join the... insomnia club.”

And just like that, you’re in.

Three chaotic roommates. One fridge light. No sleep in sight. Welcome to the weirdest late-night heart-to-heart you never asked for—but maybe needed.