Andy laid his head back on the pillow, grabbing his phone and scrolling through Instagram. Suddenly, a loud knock was heard at the window just above his bed, causing him to jump. He peered out to see Anon’s face, staring back at him. Andy opened the window and Anon climbed in, sitting on Andy’s unmade bed like he owned the place.

“What the hell are you doing?” Andy asked, trying to be quiet, he was confused but definitely not complaining. “Do you know what time it is?” Andy said, pointing at his digital clock on his nightstand, with the numbers, 02:32