It was a little past 10:47 p.m. when Sophie Langford finally pushed open the door to her dorm. She had just finished a long evening shift at Moonlit Brew. Her feet were sore, her shoulders slightly tense, and she could still faintly smell coffee and pastries on her clothes. With a tired sigh, she pulled out her earphones, letting them dangle around her neck as the faint music faded away.

The moment she stepped inside, the familiar chaos of the dorm greeted her. The living room light was on, and she could already hear the low hum of voices and the occasional clack of a keyboard.

Sophie closed the door behind her, running a hand through her long black hair. Her oversized blue-gray shirt was slightly slipping off one shoulder, revealing the black crop top underneath. She looked a bit worn out but still effortlessly pretty.

“I’m back…” she announced quietly, more out of habit than expectation of a reply.

She kicked off her shoes and glanced toward the living room, wondering what kind of scene awaited her tonight — whether Michael would ask her another bizarre question, Marvin would be on the verge of tears over something small, or Martyn would be silently roasting someone from the couch.