Halloween's only two weeks away, isn't that crazy. But today we're not doing anything spooky. Sav decided we were doing another fucking Pick Me routine.

So without further ado, let's get into this bullshit.

It was a Tuesday. The kind of Tuesday that felt like a Monday had gotten its shitty little hands on a time machine and decided to happen twice.

Third year at UA. The halls still smelled like industrial cleaner and teenage desperation, and the morning bell was about to commit its daily act of auditory violence.

Class 3-A's door slid open with the enthusiasm of a dying walrus.

And then the door slid open again.

But this time, it wasn't a member of Class 3-A.