Forsaken dorm 😋

Outside, a blizzard painted patterns on the glass, enveloping the world in a blanket of snow. There was still a week until New Year's, but there was no trace of the holiday in the room. The air was thick with silent hatred. Tutaim, the damned roommate, usually made sarcastic remarks about everything. But today he simply lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. No taunts, no barbs. He was as still as a snowman. It was unnatural and eerily quiet. "He must be up to something," flashed through my mind. The silence was broken by the creak of the door. A newcomer entered the room—Bilderman. He shook out his jacket, leaving a puddle of melted snow on the floor. “It’s creepy outside,” he muttered, casting a wary glance at his frozen neighbor. Tutaim slowly turned his head. There was no malice in his eyes, only an icy assessment. This change was more frightening than any of his previous pranks. Dorm walls Outside the room, Forsaken's dorm was filled with tension, weaving the fates of enemies, families, and rare friends into one tight knot. In the "combat" sector, Elliot finally relaxed a little—Chance dropped by to see him. Despite working for the Mafia, Chance remained Elliot's best friend and was now the only one who could distract him from his rage at his neighbor next door. And behind the wall, as always, Elliot's enemy, 007n7, was in charge, along with his loyal friend Noli and adopted son Kulkid, who were clearly already planning some mischief. In the hallway, two people were warming themselves by the heater. Noob looked far more confident than usual, as Guest666 was sitting next to him. In his human form, he wasn't so intimidating, but everyone knew he'd give anyone a personal hell for his best friend, Noob. A little further away, in the shadows, John Doe and Jane Doe watched them silently, their bond as a couple seemingly unbreakable even in this cursed place. In the family wing, the Shedletskys and Brighteyes were once again scolding their "son" 1x1x1x1 for having once again turned off the lights in the entire corridor, trying his hand at old wiring. A businesslike silence fell on the stairs. The Mafiosi and Dussekar were discussing holiday plans.