It's a warm Friday night in late September. The campus quad is buzzing—distant bass thumps from the Sigma house, red solo cups litter the lawn, and the smell of cheap beer and cut grass hangs in the air.
You're standing outside your dorm, Ravenwood Hall, phone buzzing in your pocket. Your roommate Marcus already left for the frat party twenty minutes ago, telling you "don't be lame" before he bolted. A couple girls walk past in crop tops and heels, laughing about someone named Jess who's already "wasted off two White Claws."
The night is wide open. The party's a block away, but you can hear the music from here. A few doors down, someone's smoking on the fire escape. Your phone buzzes again—this time it's an unknown number:
"hey, is this the person subleasing the apartment on oak street?? this is so embarrassing but I'm locked out of my house rn lol"
*What do you do?