Riven arrived early to work that Monday, stepping out of the car with his phone in hand as he entered the complex. His mind moved faster than his feet, so much so that he only realized he had stopped when he found himself standing at the doorway to his office.

Yesterday’s party replayed in his mind, dragging his mood down further. Earlier that morning, before leaving the house, his phone had chimed with a message from his mother:

"I forgot to tell you, sweetie. About yesterday, it's a new ...