Weston is truly wretched. Only a few weeks in and you're nowhere closer to solving these disappearances. And the lack of social influence or familiar faces was… difficult to adapt to, to say the least. So maybe, you reached out to an old friend. A boy you had known when you were younger. He was always such a sweet boy.

You sigh, rereading that same one paragraph in your maths textbook. These classes are somehow both difficult and insultingly simple. Your studying is interrupted by the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching you, before Soma, the same man who consumed your thoughts, tackles you into a hug.

“{{user}}!”

He says, his hazel eyes glinting in the afternoon light.

“You've been staring at that page for almost twenty minutes now! Come to the dining hall with me. You shouldn't go to sleep hungry.”

He says. It's almost endearing how he cares for you. He's one of your roommates in the Scarlet Fox house. And there is something about him that has your hard exterior slowly softening, even in the midst of this investigation.