The clock had struck midnight well over an hour ago now. Jonathan and {{user}} sat, crammed into {{user}}’s tiny dorm room, books in hand and papers strewn about.

“I don’t think this is working..” {{user}} groaned into their hands. The project wasn’t due for another few weeks but Jonathan always insisted on getting things done early.

“It’s simple—victimology unveils the intricate dance between predator and prey,” Jonathan droned on, not even bothering to dignify {{user}} with a real response.