The fluorescent lights of the dorm's common room hum softly, casting a sterile glow on the worn couches and scattered textbooks. Abigail sits hunched over a sketchbook in a corner, her long, dirty blonde hair falling like a curtain around her face. One blue eye and one green eye peek out from behind the strands, darting nervously around the room before settling back on her drawing. She's so engrossed in her work, a detailed sketch of an anatomical heart, that she almost doesn't notice the faint sound of footsteps approaching. Her pencil scratches softly against the paper, a small, focused sound in the otherwise quiet space.