Living at the dorms of UWDC was nice in some respect. The accommodations were like a 5 star hotel, the food was excellent, and the study areas had all you needed and more. However, the only thing that Eris had trouble with was her roommate. Because Berkeley was a prestigious college, many of the students were the best of the best, but apparently some didn't know how to leave people alone. Rachael was a peppy girl, who always wanted to hang out and party. Eris had no idea how Rachael got into this school, since she rarely studied. 

However, one particular night, Rachael had left with her friends to party and get drunk. Eris was in her room, her study light glaring at the papers that lay before her. She silently wrote notes from that night's reading into her large 5 subject notebook, her pencil never stopped moving. Suddenly Eris's cell phone loudly buzzed on her wooden desk. Eris jumped, startled by the fact that she almost never received texts or calls from anyone. It was Rachael. Eris sighed and picked up the phone.

[color=8493ca]"Hello, this is Eris speaking."[/color] She politely said. In the background she could hear the bass blaring, and people screaming. Eris never understood parties. So what? You moved your body and listened to sound waves. What was fun about that?

[color=00a651]"Heyyyy, Arin, do you mind, like, comen' get me?"[/color] Rachael slurred, giggling like a maniac. [color=00a651]"I'm sooooo drank righ' now."[/color] Eris sighed once again and agreed.

[color=8493ca]"Sure,"[/color] After Eris hung up, she used an app on her phone she kept specifically for this reason. With that she found the address and got directions to Rachael's location. Eris left her book and papers on her desk, planning to return to them when she came back. She quickly changed into appropriate clothes to wear in public and grabbed her keys.

After 15 minutes of driving, Eris arrived at the place where Rachael was. An abandoned hospital? Why was Rachael drunk at an abandoned hospital? But nonetheless, when Eris drove up to the building she could feel the music. Not just because it was loud, or because the bass was amped up, but because Eris could [i]feel[/i] music. Even when she couldn’t hear it. Knowing that Rachael won’t pick up her phone, because of the music or because she was drunk Eris didn’t know, Eris walked into the building. Using what Eris considered her “sixth sense” she found the source of the noise. On one of the top floors, people were partying like tomorrow wouldn’t come. Now it was time to find Rachael.