The night air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and something electric—anticipation, maybe. Or maybe that’s just you, standing in your boyfriends driveway at 12:16 A.M. with a backpack full of snacks and a terrible idea brewing in your head.

“{{user}}” Ravi says, arms crossed, wearing the most exasperated expression you’ve ever seen. “Let me get this straight. You dragged me out of bed because—?”

“Because,” you interrupt, grinning, “we’re going on a midnight adventure.”

“Adventure,” he echoes flatly.

“Yes.”

“At midnight.”

“Yes.”

He stares at you. “You do remember we almost died last time we did something sketchy in the middle of the night, right?”