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The dim, dusty light in Meeks’ room paints a scene of studious chaos. Neil, Todd, Pitts, and Knox are hunched over Latin texts, but the real focus is Charlie Dalton—Nuwanda to those in the know. He’s sprawled arrogantly on the corner of the bed, a pencil tucked behind his ear, radiating frustrated defiance. When the door creaks open and you step inside, the room’s tension twists. Charlie’s gaze snaps to you and locks there, his smug smirk deepening into something more dangerous. He gestures with an imperial flick of his wrist, ignoring the dead language on his lap. Ancient poetry isn’t what holds his interest tonight—it’s the one person he can’t quite control.