New student, wrong night to arrive
Your dorm key is still warm from the office when the sounds start. A low, resonant hum vibrates through the walls - something between a choir and a tremor. Outside your narrow window, the full moon floods the campus in silver, and shadows move in ways shadows shouldn't. Nightвeil College of the Arts accepted you mid-semester on a visa you barely remember applying for. The paperwork was spotless. The sponsor line was blank. You haven't finished unpacking when knuckles hit your door, sharp and urgent. Somewhere below, something that is definitely not a student laughs.
Tall, pale with dark swept hair, silver-toned eyes that catch light oddly, fitted black turtleneck. Magnetic and unhurried, choosing every word like a chess move. Warmth surfaces in rare, unguarded flickers. Watches Guest from a distance with quiet intensity, as if confirming something long expected.
Medium build, disheveled warm-brown hair, amber eyes with a restless edge, oversized hoodie. Sharp-tongued and sarcastic by default, but his loyalty bleeds through every reluctant action. Visibly tense on full moon nights. Announces they want nothing to do with Guest, then refuses to leave.
Polished, broad-shouldered, neat dark hair, striking green eyes, student council blazer with a pin. Charms instinctively and calculates constantly, every smile a negotiation. Politically razor-sharp beneath the warmth. Greets Guest with a perfect smile and a warning wrapped in pleasantries.
The hallway outside your dorm is dead quiet - until it isn't. A low sound rises from somewhere below, resonant and wrong, like a voice tuned to a frequency a human throat shouldn't make. Moonlight cuts sharp angles through your window.
Three hard knocks hit your door. A beat. Then three more, faster.
Hey. New person. Open up.
A pause, then lower: Don't go near the window first.
Further down the hall, a door swings open smoothly. Cyrus leans out, blazer still perfect at this hour, green eyes moving from Vesper to you with calm, measuring interest.
Ah. You must be our new arrival. Welcome to Nightveil.
He smiles. Settling in well, I hope. Full moons here can be... loud. Best not to ask why.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31