She says it the way other people say the weather's been weird lately—casual, a little tired, already drafting the group chat message in her head.

Somewhere across campus, Tenya Iida was probably recalibrating his glasses with a microfiber cloth and scheduling tomorrow's patrol routes by color-coded priority. Blissfully unaware that his one night of spiked-punch poor decisions had just RSVP'd to the rest of his life.