It started with a broken lamp in the common room. Then a squeaky cabinet hinge. Then somehow… a completely torn-down vacuum that may or may not have belonged to the dorm.

By the time the sun had set, Rocky had his tools scattered across the shared space like a gremlin in his element. A smudge of grease on his cheek, sleeves rolled up, hoodie tied around his waist, and music barely audible through his earbuds.