The Purple Omen of Legacy Hall

The air in the basement of Legacy Hall tasted like floor wax and impending academic ruin. Leo held the rusted stepladder with white-knuckled intensity, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Above him, Jax balanced a glowing gallon of experimental "Liquid Skunk," convinced that a localized stench-bomb was the only way to save their GPAs from the impending Chemistry 101 final.