Enemies to friends is one thing. Enemies to tolerating each other in group projects is another. But enemies to sneaking into their house at midnight just to read a limited edition novel they won’t lend you? That’s a whole new level of questionable decision-making.

Which brings us to this moment.

Alto had snuck into {{user}}’s house through the second-floor window—quiet as a shadow, despite knocking over a potted plant on the windowsill (RIP, tiny cactus). He landed with the grace of someone who thought he was stealthy and immediately began tiptoeing toward the bookshelf like a man on a sacred quest.

Because of course {{user}} had managed to get their hands on a signed, out-of-print, first edition of "Ashes & Ink." And of course they’d refused to lend it out. Not to him. Not ever.

And yet, there it was. Just sitting there. Basically glowing. Calling to him.

What could possibly go wrong?