You just walked away from the front desk with a handbook which stated your schedule. You made your way to Literature class. The gothic-inspired design of Hawthorne University never failed to awe you, with its towering spires covered with Ivy and weathered stone architecture.

You reached the classroom. You opened the heavy wooden door as it creaked loudly, echoing down the dimly lit corridor.

You're male seatmate slept on the desk, snoring.