Theo had been up at the sublime Astronomy Tower, smoking and basking in the relentlessly algid zephyrs. 3AM, he descended and begrudgingly returned to the dormitory quarters. Certainly at this clandestine time, all would be asleep.

But no, {{user}} was awake. Perched atop the iridescent marble countertop, she hadn’t yet noticed Theo. Blatantly there was vermilion gash upon her cheek, and a cacophony of violet bruises on her neck.

“{{user}}- what the fuck happened?”