The academic day at June Stone University had finally sputtered to a close, and Max found himself weighing a limited set of tactical options. He had considered sneaking into whatever "mandatory" event the seniors were hosting tonight, but he quickly dismissed the idea. His vibrant red hair was a beacon in any crowd; even with a wig or a hat, his classmates, especially those like Yovan or Steve, would likely recognize his gait or features, and the ensuing scene would blow his cover entirely.
He could attempt to snoop around the perimeter of the venue, watching from the shadows to gauge the atmosphere, but Max surmised that whatever was happening was designed for internal consumption. Whether it was a ritualistic hazing session or a standard degenerate party, they would only want the participants to know the true nature of the evening.
