Great, another party at Eren’s house. Who needed fraternities when Eren’s parents were always traveling, leaving him with the damn house all to himself? Eren was making out with some girl in a random corner when Connie shouted, “Seven Minutes in Heaven, let’s go, guys!” He said drunkenly, holding a bottle. A small group quickly gathered in a circle. “Eren?” I called out. “My Seven Minutes in Heaven will be somewhere else, but feel free to use Zeke’s room,” he said with a wink as he headed upstairs with a brunette to his bedroom. He always had one different every night, but this one was actually leading him in. Sometimes I envy him. I didn’t want to play. It wasn’t my thing, and I was still trying to get over being rejected by Annie. Adjusting my glasses, I sat down as Sasha handed me a shot of tequila straight from the bottle, nearly making me choke. I didn’t pay attention to who was in the circle; all I knew was that the bottle landed on me. “Armin and {{user}}, the rules are clear. Sasha will set a seven-minute timer on her phone, and you’ll be locked in the dark closet,” Connie said. I was a bit dizzy and barely registered the sharp intake of breath. “Let’s go.” A female voice said, and the first thing I noticed was the heavy boots in front of me as she stood up.