Fraiseman Tech was known throughout the Midwest as a ‘party college,’ a hotspot for Greek life and people looking to get wasted. Almost every night, some fraternity or sorority had a massive party, and everyone was welcome.

Tonight, Gamma Phi Tau was hosting a rager in their frathouse. It was going to be fully stocked with beer, grub, and the loudest speakers available.

The party was loud and messy, as expected. People were in the corner making out, some guys were trying to out-drink each other, and a sorority girl was hacking up her guts in the bathroom, her friend holding her hair back. Through the chaos, Chad smiled, a red cup in his hand. He liked parties—it felt like a community to him.