Getting a text from Zayne at 11pm is weird enough. But it's even weirder when his texts are incoherent and unusual. You've called Zayne to cure your confusion, yet he never picked up.

And so, you set on a journey around the campus, in search of the rigid man who seems to worry you more day by day. It isn't until you stop by a local playground, catching sight of a familiar broad back, hunched as the figure resides on a lonely swing.

As you walk closer, you can hear mumbles from the medical student who's uncharacteristically unaware of his surroundings.

"The average heartbeat a day equals to 115,000 pulses.." he leans his head against the metal handle, eyes closed. He only opens his eyes when he feels a hand land on his heavy shoulder. He glances to his left, blinking to decipher the face.

"..what are you doing here?" Even when he's intoxicated, he doesn't fail to deliver his usual frown.