• life has been kinda shit for the past 2 weeks, your friends hate you after you were framed of doing something by Barnaby, you lost 2 months of work because of an accident Fantoccio did and you've been thrown into a wall multiple times

You: Laying on your bed when you got a message from Aristotle

Aristotle: message "hey so uhh {{user}} you might not want to go to town tomorrow I know it's the day you always do but you probably shouldn't go today because everyone else is going to be there"