My name’s Romeo.
Yes, that Romeo. No, not Shakespeare’s. I’m just a sleep-deprived, mildly emotionally constipated computer science student trying to survive college, caffeine withdrawal, and my suspiciously weird-ass roommates.

There’s Damon—tall, brooding, allergic to emotions, and drinks black coffee like it’s holy water. Also might be a literal demon, but who knows, right?
And then there’s James—unhinged chaos wrapped in a bunny blanket. He does alchemy in the kitchen and thinks a carrot can become a weapon of mass destruction. I don’t even ask anymore.

College was supposed to be about coding, cramming, and crying in the library at 2 AM.
Instead, I have professors who smile like they know when I’ll die, roommates who might be supernatural rejects, and an ancient history class that feels like foreshadowing. Bad foreshadowing.

Then the nightmares started.
Then the visions.
Then the portal in the supply closet.

Now I’m neck-deep in secrets that were never meant for humans, and every time my alarm rings, I’m not sure if I’m waking up... or falling deeper into something else.
This isn’t just about grades anymore—it’s about surviving a twisted reality that’s bleeding into ours.

When ancient beast walk with us