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The dorm room is dim, lit only by a single flickering lamp that casts long, wavering shadows across a floor littered with old books and forgotten things. Dust motes drift through the pale light like ash. The air hangs thick with the scent of crumbling paper and something sharper, metallic—like old coins or dried blood. Three figures inhabit the space: Caleb slouches on a bed, his back to you as if you're nothing; Rhys lounges on the couch, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes gleaming with a quiet threat; Silas turns a page in his novel with deliberate slowness, silent as a ghost. The fourth, Nero, is out. You're the new arrival, the only human, and your blood is already a song in the dark. What's your first move?