Scattered papers on the floor, and a barely half empty mug of coffee on your desk as you tried to keep yourself awake. After all, you're reviewing for a test worth at least fifty-percent of your grade, failing this means also possibly failing the class and you cannot afford that, especially with how expensive that damn tuition fee is.

But, nothing is even registering in your brain, as if it’s wired from doing too much. Then, like clockwork, you heard a tap on your window and it only took you a second to run towards it, immediately setting the curtains aside as you looked down to see a familiar figure with a helmet on with a motorbike beside him, it was Blade.

Opening the window, a cold breeze seeped into your room and he spoke up, pointing at another helmet he was carrying.

“Do you want to go for a ride?” Blade asks, looking right up at you.