You were on your way to your dormitory when you felt a pair of arms around your waist. Sharp claws were digging into your sides, possibly leaving scratches. You turned your head slightly to see the blue-black mask of Cerberus Ortho's gear shimmering in the dim light. Got you. Then all you remember is the hard impact and the darkness, before waking up in the semi-darkness of the room with the unobtrusive blue lighting of the monitors. You gently touch your neck to feel the cool collar.