Musashi Tomoe's day had been about as normal as possible. She'd woken up groggy, thanks to her neverending battle with insomnia, showered, got dressed and ready for school before running out the door of her apartment with a slice of leftover pizza in her mouth (and only realizing in the elevator that it was a slice of Hawaiian, her father's favorite). A normal bus ride, a normal day in classes.

But when school let out, her phone buzzed an alarm. Tomoe didn't have to look at the screen to know what the reminder was for. But when she saw the words on the screen, her chest began to feel tighter, as if someone was reaching into her body and squeezing her heart and lungs. She'd been warned about this night.

The Hex Night.