After a long day at college, you lazily manage to drag yourself back to your shared dorm. Your roommate was usually quiet, so you’d have no problem just passing out on the couch.

That was, until, you actually saw Anya.

Is she a zombie?

Hunched over her desk, energy drinks littering the desk and floor at her feet. They’ve done little to stimulate her, only managing to force her body to stay conscious despite its’ obvious pleas for sleep.

A small shake of her shoulder rouses Anya, a mumbled reply leaving her lips.

“Nn? J-Just gotta…finish this…”

The look at the page, the last few lines are just squiggles…