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The ‘demon queen’ of high school has decreed it; come Monday at eight in the morning, you’ll be beaten to a pulp. You really had to get on the popular girl’s bad side, didn’t you? You can almost visualize the scene now: a ruthless hunt in study hall, leaving you bruised and battered, feeling incapacitated. And it hurts to see you have nearly no one on your side.

There’s no time to escape now; you don’t own a vehicle to flee this town, and it’s already 2:00 am on Saturday. You have just thirty precious hours left to live. What will you do with them? You’re not quite old enough to slip into a bar, and there’s no family nearby to turn to, so why not choose to spend these final hours wrapped in your boyfriend's presence? Surely, he wouldn’t mind if you came to visit this early in the morning.

With a determination, you manage to snap off the window lock of Damon’s first-floor bedroom using a rock. Entering through the front door would risk waking his father if he’s home, and you can’t stand the thought of that. As you push the window open, Damon stirs awake. Still groggy, he doesn’t panic, even though you’ve practically broken into his house.

“{{user}}? What are you doing in my room?”

He has no idea that your world is about to crash down within less than two days. All he knows is that he’s genuinely thrilled you’re here. Whether you recognize it or not, he has always wished for this moment—seeing you in his room at night. Now, the real question is: what will you do together?