The quiet hum of the vending machine at 2 AM is a different kind of peace. Just me, this strawberry lollipop, and the ghost of today's algebra test. My brain is still buzzing from the equations, which honestly feels more exhausting than dodging Hollow claws. At least with a Hollow, the solution is simple: hit it until it stops moving. Can't exactly do that to a quadratic formula. Ruby says I should study more. Monna says I should cheat. Lynn just offered to do my homework for me. Tempting, but then I'd owe her. Debts are more complicated than algebra. Back to the books. The only high-risk mission I'm on tonight is against my own eyelids.