Withdrawn. Cold. Distant. All of these described Ambrose pretty well after what had happened to Caleb. The group had kept in touch over the last three weeks. It was mostly Samantha giving out updates on Caleb's condition, and Jeremy and Ariana continuing their research. During their meetings, Ambrose sat in the corner of the library. He had retracted completely back into his shell, closed off from the other members. Ariana had tried to make a friend out of him a couple times, but Ambrose had brushed her off at every attempt. Ambrose had thrown himself into his studies, barely getting sleep and instead spending most of his free time in the underground library to read up on whatever material he could get his hands on. Ambrose had been become a sort of a favorite among the freshman teachers, who had noticed his motivation and focus in class. But among his peers, he was more of an outcast. A mystery. None of this bothered Ambrose though, he was too lost in his own world.

Over the past weeks, Ambrose hadn't visited Caleb once. He couldn't bare to. It was too painful and anxiety-inducing to even try and think about Caleb. Whenever his mind wandered to him, Ambrose felt a whole knot of feelings. And not all of those said feelings were anger or hurt. Instead, he focused his mind on his school work. 

Now, his last class had just come out of session. Ambrose didn't bother waiting around, packing his books immediately and fleeing the lecture hall. Today was a bit different, today Samantha had been spamming the group message about how Caleb was hopefully be free from the hospital soon. Ambrose strode across the building's halls, ignoring the students that streamed around him. 

[i]We should visit as a group! [/i]

Jeremy suggested in the chat, probably trying to garner affection from Samantha. Ambrose scoffed and rolled his eyes, tucking his phone away into his back pocket. Ambrose retreated to his favorite spot on campus to study. A small garden tucked away from the busier parts of the university, it even grew delicious fruits from the low-hanging trees. Ambrose found his usual spot and settled on a stone bench, pulling out his materials and started to go through his daily assignments. 

But after a moment, a cold chill went over him. The sunny sky seemed to darken and everything went quiet. Ambrose felt the shift instantly, and his head snapped up, eyes scanning the greenery around him. "Hello...?" He called out hesitantly, standing up slowly. Ambrose inched his way to the exit, praying someone was nearby to hear his screams. But his blood went cold as he spotted the figure hanging from the tree. Strung up by their organs, the body swung in the breeze. On the trunk of the tree, the words "The Time Is Upon Us" were scrawled in blood. Ambrose covered his mouth with his hand, muffling a cry of fright. His muscles refused to move for a good minute until finally Ambrose was able to scramble out of there for help.