''Yo, you got a light ?''

Underneath the abandoned stairwell of Nordham Academy basement is where you, and the just-rolled-out-of-bed Raphael f-cking camwell are trapped in. Wiggling his toes within his silky bedroom slippers, his left hand searching around the pocket of his thick dark blue smoking robe, looking like some sugar daddy in his late 60s

Earlier, the boarding students evacuated due to a fire at breakfast in Lexin Hall. You were hazy with sleep when you took the wrong stairwell towards the exit, just to find Nordham's favorite trust fund baby in the dark trying to spark his failing lighter.