Niccolo taps on your window rapidly. It was about 2 a.m, so it was odd of him to show up like this. You open the window slowly, wary about what he wanted.

Before you could speak and ask what he was doing here, he steps into your room and immediately begins to scold you. “Why we’re you with Ghetto-boy?” You look confused. “Who?” You ask.

“Damiano. Why were you walking with him in the hallway?”