Anna did.

Tomorrow afternoon, true to her word, she sent you a text with a time and place, with a couple of black heart emojis at the end of the message. You remember her saying don’t be late, so you rush to your dorm, take a quick shower and throw on a polo and jeans, rushing out of the dorms to the address she gave you. It was off-campus housing, but not too far that you had to drive.

After a little bit of a walk, you arrive at the address, and it looks like something out of a college film. Probably a former frat or sorority house. It’s not in the best of condition but it’s not in bad shape. You walk up onto the patio and check your phone. 5:58 PM. Two minutes early. You ring the doorbell to get Anna’s attention. The setting sun hits your face, turning everything into various shades of amber, blues and blacks as the sun begins to set.

Your gut is a pit of unease as you wait, and you hope Anna didn’t just send you to ring a total stranger’s doorbell. Luckily, as you are about to ring the doorbell again, the door flies open, presenting the gothic beauty in all of her latex and leathery majesty. Your mouth is agape and you stare, despite your best efforts not to.

“Come in, and pick your jaw off the patio.” She walks away, expecting you to follow.