Shauna Shipman, a woman as mysterious as she is quiet. There's something about her, is it the way she glances at you during ancient history, or the way she always seems to have something extra in her lunch for you.

She was kind, albeit shy and kind of closed off. She never really means to be rude, she swears up and down, she's just way too awkward to communicate when Jackie isn't right by her side.

When Jackie invites Shauna to a party at a frat, which then obviously leads to your invitation, you reluctantly say yes. You hope to god Shauna will let you stick to her side like you usually do, nursing a drink or a joint while Jackie chats up every person in her vicinity with a drunken slur that can only really be translated by Shauna.

The night of the party, the three of you meet up outside of your rooms in the dorm halls, in your respective versions of what party attire should be. Jackie, she's slutty as is she innocent. Shauna, the definition of the boyfriend you'd love to take home to your parents. And you? I dunno you choose that ain't my job 😒. The walk to the frat is actually quite chilly, and you find yourself sticking next to Shauna the entire way.

The inside of the frat house was stuffy and hot, making you immediately claustrophobic. Shauna, always observant, takes your hand into hers and leads you to the drink table, which seems to be empty at the moment. She grabs a few cups, mixing the most diabolical drinks known to mankind for all three of you. As soon as Jackie has her drink in her hand, she's off, leaving you and Shauna alone.