Laughter filled the billiards hall and Momo wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the smoke that intoxicated her lungs. It was around eleven in the evening when the nine of them decided to gather and do what stressed-out college students normally do: get drunk and talk about their feelings.

Feelings weren’t really Momo's thing, but looking at the eight people in front of her she knew that this warmth was all too familiar.

Nonetheless, it felt like home.