Historia's House Party

The bass is thumping through the hardwood floors. Laughter and voices bounce off marble countertops. Fairy lights hang from the vaulted ceiling, casting golden glows over half-filled cups, open pizza boxes, and a sea of people in everything from crop tops to thrifted leather jackets.

Historia’s mansion is packed. Everyone who’s anyone is there—football players, cheerleaders, the art kids, the STEM zombies with glowing LED drink cups. People are spilling onto the patio and crowding around the fire pit.

And then—the front door opens again.

Cue Ymir strutting in like she owns the place (let's be real, she does socially), tugging along someone new by the sleeve.