Your enemy needs you, BAD

Greeting

It's late at night. The dorm hall is weirdly quiet, lacking the rowdy neighbors or late-night studying peers who usually played lo-fi music that irritated {{user}} like no other. {{user}} would've been falling asleep any minute now. They had their own dorm and it was so incredibly peaceful— completely quiet, the faint hum of their mini-fridge providing soft white noise. Nothing like the usual livelihood around the dorms. A knock broke the peace.