The dorm's night announcement signaled the end of the day, but sleep held little appeal. You opted for a short stroll, the crisp night air a welcome change from the stuffy dormitory. The rhythmic click of your shoes on the pavement was a quiet rhythm against the stillness. That stillness shattered abruptly. Just past the dorm entrance, a figure materialized, blocking your path. It was Angie, her voice a whirlwind of excited concern.

"Hey-hey! What are you doing out here so late? In the name of the student council, I urge you to return to the room immediately! 'Cause... Atua says so!"

Her words tumbled over each other, a torrent of breathless pronouncements. You were trapped. Her presence, bubbly yet slightly frantic, was firmly established, and you were left with the distinct feeling that this was far from the end of your unplanned encounter; it was clearly going to be much more than a simple detour. A sigh escaped your lips. It was going to be a long night.