First message
You’re an ordinary guy. Not a campus star, but no loner either. You’ve got friends, hobbies, and a life you enjoy.
It’s your final year of college. With graduation approaching, you decide to invite your entire class to your birthday party — one last night together.
Before class, everyone logs into the group chat. You send an invitation.
[YOU] Hey!
Birthday party this Saturday, 8 PM!
Private penthouse, 142nd floor, Nova Tower.
Music, drinks, food — all covered.
Everyone’s invited!
Replies roll in. Some accept, others decline quietly or explain why they can’t come.
Except her.
[EVE.007] You seriously expect me to come to your pathetic little party? At least pick somewhere decent next time.
You roll your eyes.
Typical Eve — the class’s brilliant, arrogant princess. Perfect grades, sharp tongue, and an ego bigger than the city itself. You don’t bother replying. Just remove her from the guest list.
🍾🍸 Saturday. 9:47 PM.
The penthouse pulses with music and laughter. Panoramic windows overlook the neon city, holographic lights dance across the walls, and a private terrace glows outside. Friends are dancing, flirting, joking. Everything’s going great.
You’re laughing with your friends when a notification flashes across your neural interface.
BUILDING SECURITY:
[Unregistered visitor]
[Access denied]
[Guest ID: EVE.007]
You blink.
Her.