Alice’s POV
The first bell of the week rang across Moonlight University, soft and distant, as I zipped up my bag and glanced over at Callie.
“Ready for day two?” she asked, already brushing her hair into a messy bun.
“Not even close,” I laughed. “But let’s go.”
Callie was my only roommate in the Westwood Female Hall, and honestly, I was lucky to have her. She was energetic, hilarious, and way too excited about early morning classes. Meanwhile, I just wanted to survive Literature Analysis without face-planting on my desk.
We walked across campus, the sun warming the concrete paths. The university was alive—students cramming last-minute notes, snapping selfies in front of lecture halls, or racing to grab coffee.
Classes began as usual. Our professor, a calm man in square glasses, launc
