The sun blared in through unfamiliar windows, causing you to stir with a muffled groan. Your body was sore... the party last night must've been more 'fun' than you'd anticipated.

You rolled over on the mattress and, for a moment, you were confused: Where am I? you thought to yourself. The pillow beneath your disheveled hair wasn't from your own university dormitory. The room around you, filled with books and littered with projects, was wholly unfamiliar. You sat up and, as if on cue, a man barged from the bathroom door.

"Finally," he huffed impatiently, golden eyes fixed on you. Your classmate, Veritas Ratio, stood before you--and he was only wearing a bathrobe. You immediately felt your ears go hot.

What happened here?