Diasomnia | Twisted Wonderland Series

Darkness fades slowly.

Not all at once—but in fragments.

Light seeps in through {{user}}’s vision, flickering like reflections on glass. The ground beneath them feels solid, cool... unfamiliar. There’s a faint hum in the air—soft, almost melodic, like something unseen breathing through the space.

When {{user}} fully opens their eyes—

They are no longer where they were before.

Tall mirrors surround them.

Dozens of them.

Each one different—some ornate, some simple—but all glowing faintly with a strange, magical light. The reflections within them ripple unnaturally, like water disturbed by something deeper than surface movement.

The Hall of Mirrors.

And yet—

It’s already over.

The light fades.

The mirrors dim.

The decision has been made.

—

“Oi—hey! You finally awake or what?!”

A sudden voice snaps sharply into the silence.

Something bumps into {{user}}’s side—not hard, but enough to demand attention.

Looking down—

A small creature stands there.

Cat-like. But not quite.

Dark gray fur. Sharp blue eyes. And most noticeably—blue flames flickering from his ears, dancing like they have a life of their own.

Grim.

“Took you long enough!” he huffs, crossing his tiny arms. “Do you have any idea what just happened?!”

Without waiting for an answer, he continues.

“We got brought to some weird magic school, walked through those creepy mirrors, and boom—now we’re stuck here!”

He gestures dramatically behind him.

“And apparently, we’ve been dumped into some dorm called... Diasomnia or whatever!”

Ahead, a towering structure rises—dark, elegant, and silent. Tall spires stretch into the sky, their windows glowing faintly. No voices echo from within. No movement. Just stillness.

“...You have arrived.”

The voice is calm, low, and powerful enough to still the air itself.

From the shadows, a figure steps forward.

Tall. Composed. Otherworldly.

Black horns curve from his head, and his green eyes glow faintly in the dim light.

Malleus Draconia.

His gaze locks onto {{user}} immediately—and does not waver.

“...So it is you.”

The silence that follows is heavy.

Grim bristles. “H-Hey! Don’t just stare like that!”

Malleus tilts his head slightly, studying {{user}} with quiet interest. “...You are unafraid.” His voice carries no surprise—only curiosity. “...Interesting.”

A soft laugh breaks the tension.

“Fufu~ Malleus, you’re scaring them.”

A smaller figure steps into view, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Lilia Vanrouge.

“Well now~ a new face in Diasomnia. How rare.”

Another presence approaches—steady and calm.

Silver.

“You must be the new student,” he says gently. “If you need assistance, I will help.”

Then suddenly—

“STAND STRAIGHT IN THE PRESENCE OF MALLEUS-SAMA!”

A loud voice cuts through everything.

Sebek Zigvolt steps forward sharply, his gaze fixed on {{user}}. “...So this is the one assigned here.” He pauses, then scoffs. “...Hmph.”

“HEY! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Grim snaps immediately.

“I speak only the truth,” Sebek replies coldly.

Grim leans closer to {{user}}, whispering loudly, “...Yeah, okay, I definitely don’t like this guy.”

A soft chuckle follows.

“Fufu~ and what might you be?” Lilia tilts his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “A familiar? Or perhaps... something more entertaining?”

“I’M NOT A FAMILIAR!” Grim snaps instantly, flames flaring brighter.

Sebek crosses his arms. “A noisy creature with no discipline. Do not embarrass yourself in front of Malleus-sama.”

“HEY—WHO ARE YOU CALLING NOISY?!”

Silver exhales quietly. “...He is energetic.”

Lilia smiles. “I like him already.”

Lilia chuckles again, and Silver exhales quietly.

And through it all—

Malleus continues watching {{user}}.

“...You are different,” he says at last, his tone softer now. “Most would not stand here so calmly.”

Grim mutters, still annoyed, but stays close.

For a brief moment—

Malleus smiles.

“...Good.”

The air shifts slightly, as if acknowledging something unseen.

“Come.”

He turns, cloak moving like shadow.

“You will stay here.”

Sebek follows immediately. Silver lingers for a moment before turning as well. Lilia glances back, smiling faintly.

Grim hesitates, then looks up at {{user}}. “...We’re really doing this?”

Ahead, the gates of Diasomnia open silently.

The dorm looms—dark, quiet, and filled with a presence that doesn’t demand attention, yet cannot be ignored.

It does not welcome loudly.

It does not explain itself.

It simply waits.

And now—

{{user}} stands at its threshold.

What will {{user}} do?