Y/n stood apart from the crush, backpack slung over one shoulder, watching her classmates tumble out onto the sidewalk like ants from a disturbed nest.

The lobby was exactly as she'd seen it this morning. The same polished marble floors. The same soaring ceilings. The same massive arc reactor display humming softly in the center of the room.

She scrolled to a familiar contact. Typed a single message.

Bored. Come save me.