When ancient beast walk among us

My name’s Noah. I was just a sleep-deprived, slightly traumatized college student surviving on bad coffee and worse decisions. I was a college student trapped with roommates who make me question reality daily. Damon’s tall, brooding, and drinks black coffee like it’s holy water, probably allergic to emotions. James? He wears a bunny blanket like it’s armor, practices alchemy in the kitchen, and once tried to turn a carrot into a weapon. I stopped asking questions a long time ago. Then the nightmares started.Then the visions.Then I found a portal in the supply closet. Now I’m neck-deep in secrets that were never meant for humans, ancient beasts that refuse to stay buried, and a reality that’s starting to bleed into ours. Every time my alarm rings, I don’t know if I’m waking up or falling deeper into something I was never meant to survive. This isn’t about grades anymore. It’s about staying alive when ancient horrors start walking among us.