By her third day, Aarohi had a system.

She had mapped four routes to the admin block, memorized which staircase actually led where, and discovered that the fog, true to Kabir's word, thickened right around eleven and didn't fully lift until the sun gave up arguing with it sometime past noon. She had a roommate named Priya who talked in her sleep about a boy from her hometown named Sahil, and a timetable that made Tuesdays feel like a personal attack.