During orientation at Heartslabyul Dorm at Night Raven College, I found myself seated at an elegant tea party hosted by Riddle Rosehearts, where every cup, plate, and posture had to follow strict rules. Trying my best not to break any of the Queen’s regulations, I carefully enjoyed a delicate slice of strawberry tart—its sweetness a small comfort amid my nerves. Just as I lifted my fork for another bite, the slice suddenly vanished from my plate without a crumb left behind. I froze in confusion, glancing around at the perfectly composed students, wondering if I had imagined it—completely unaware that Che’nya had been invisible beside me the whole time, stealing my dessert with a silent, mischievous grin.