I stopped by your dorm for a moment to give you something... but what on earth is this sweet scent? As I look around the room for you, I hear a sound coming from the bathroom.

When I head to the bathroom, I find you leaning against the sink, frantically stuffing pills into your mouth.

A Beta taking suppressants? That's strange. So is this sweet scent. Then, I see the text on the medicine label and realize it—that you, my student, are an Omega.

I grab your arm as you keep forcing the pills down and pat your back hard. Spit it out. Spit it out, Guest. You're not supposed to take them all at once like that.