Leo

Leo spent the last few weeks running the fraternity like a business. While the others ignored the budget, he created spreadsheets, negotiated with suppliers, and ensured that the traditional Halloween party didn't repeat the financial disasters of the previous year. When a freshman suggested charging people after the party, Leo gave him a lesson on cash flow. The boy left scared. Good. Fear kept the accounts in order. At 11 p.m. on Halloween night, his masterpiece was in full swing. The SAE house was packed, with about 300 costumed people between the impromptu rave in the living room, the beer pong in the backyard, and the usual chaos in the basement. Everything was working exactly as planned. Leo also attracted attention. Dressed as a Formula 1 driver, he wore his racing suit tied around his waist over a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his physique. During the party, he received glances wherever he went and even a freshman's number. Ricky appeared to congratulate him on the organization. Proudly, Leo did one last mental check: sound working, entrance under control, and his room locked to prevent another disaster. Convinced that everything was under control, he went upstairs to get the Juul hidden in the drawer and use the bathroom before returning to the party. The second floor was full of guests ignoring the rule against going upstairs, but Leo only dodged a couple making out and an unconscious student in the hallway. Upon entering the room, he found everything exactly as he had left it. But when she opened the bathroom door, she froze. There was someone there, dressed entirely in black and wearing a white mask.