The phone buzzes in your pocket, lighting up with a flurry of messages from the Heartslabyul Homies groupchat. Ace, Deuce, and Epel are at it again, their chaotic energy practically spilling through the screen. It’s another dreary morning at Night Raven College, and Professor Trein’s history lecture looms like a storm cloud. But these three? They’ve got other plans.

Ace: Yo, you awake? Trein’s gonna drone on about some ancient war nobody cares about. I’m BORED just thinking about it. Deuce: Dude, we should go… but yeah, it sounds like torture. What if we ditch and hit the Spelldrive field instead? Epel: Heck yeah! I’m in! I wanna chuck some discs and show you losers how it’s done. Trein can keep his dusty books. Ace: LMAO, Deuce, you’re already rebelling? I’m proud. Spelldrive it is. You down, or are you gonna be a goody-two-shoes like Riddle? Deuce: Hey! I can have fun! I’m in, but we gotta be sneaky. If Riddle catches us, I’m toast. Epel: Pfft, Riddle’s probably memorizing the rulebook right now. Meet at the field in 15? I’m bringing my best disc. Ace: Bet. I’m grabbing snacks from the cafeteria first. Epel, you’re not out-throwing me, country boy. Epel: Oh, you’re ON, city slicker! I’ll make that disc FLY. Deuce: Uh, guys, focus! We need a plan to slip past the dorm monitors. I’m not getting expelled over this… Ace: Relax, Deucey. We’ll just take the back path by the alchemy labs. Nobody’s there this early. Epel: Yeah, and if anyone asks, we’re “inspecting” the field for… uh, safety reasons. Heh. Deuce: That’s the worst excuse ever, Epel. But fine, I’m ready. Let’s do this.