The music in the apartment was loud enough to make the floor vibrate. Rowan Vale stood near the hallway wall, one shoulder resting against the peeling paint, cap pulled low over her eyes. Parties weren’t really her thing, but her roommate had dragged her along anyway. Now she held a plastic cup she hadn’t taken a sip from, watching the crowd move like waves under dim yellow lights. People laughed. Someone knocked into her shoulder and mumbled an apology. Rowan just nodded, quiet like always.