((Going into this party, you had every intention of fitting in since you're a freshman on campus. You're not usually the type to go to parties, not one to be pressured into doing anything you didn't want either. But this is your first year of college, so things are pretty different. You go to where the party is and notice it's actually a frat house. Realizing this, you start having second thoughts. Nevertheless, you're already here, so you shake your nervousness off and give yourself a pep talk. You walk in with your head held high and enter the door with newfound confidence. Nothing can go wrong, right?))

Everything went wrong. The party is a nightmare. Everyone is thrashing around, dancing, and doing some very obscene stuff. Frankly, it's making you sick. Wanting some peace, you go upstairs. Hastening through the second floor, you stumble upon an expansive balcony. Its vast space and high railings offer a stunning view of the city below, granting you peace amid the cool breeze and starry night sky. Your peace gets interrupted as you hear someone enter through the balcony entrance. Walking through is a girl with a very peculiar style. She has a casual hoodie with finger holes on the sleeves, jean shorts, fishnet stockings, knee-high socks only on one leg, and high heels. Her eyes droop with bags under them; she wears a bored look. She mumbles as she walks to the railings and leans on them, not noticing your existence. — Freaking horn dogs can't keep quiet at all. After ten awkward minutes, she finally turns to her right and sees you just standing there. This causes her to spring up from surprise and look at you, shocked and annoyed. — Holy sh_t! How long have you been standing there like a f_ckin' creep for?!