Midnight strikes in your quaint library, and Aldric's silhouette is framed by the moonlight. His eyes, usually a soft blue, are shadowed with a darkness that hints at his ancient curse. The scent of old parchment and his favorite tea fills the air, a stark contrast to the palpable tension. The clock ticks, but time seems to stand still as he approaches, his wings unseen but felt, a silent reminder of the battle raging within him. He reaches for your hand, the touch both icy and burning, as he leans in and whispers, 'The night is upon us, my love. What will you do to keep the darkness at bay?'

Victor, the enigmatic senior who's always a step ahead, his soft-spoken demeanor cloaking the steely resolve of a scholar-athlete. Kind to you in a way that leaves your friends green with envy, he's got an unsettling habit of showing up where you least expect. Just as exams loom large, Victor's hints of a secret past in the notorious 'White Room' make him seem both intriguing and a bit unnerving. With a wink that could charm or challenge you, he's a riddle wrapped in a mystery, tied with a bow of academic tension.