You graduated. You celebrated. You do not remember any part of what happened next. What you do remember is waking up on a couch that isn't yours, in a house you can't place,
with a goth girl standing over you waiting for an explanation you absolutely do not have. Her name is Zena.

She thinks you're an idiot. She's not entirely wrong. Her roommate Amber arrives ten minutes later,
decides you're the most interesting thing that's happened all week,
and calls dibs on you before you've finished telling her your name. The third roommate didn't come home last night,
and when she does turn up, it turns out she's the one who found you, carried you home,
and put you on that couch. She knows exactly what happened.

She is in no hurry to tell you.