He was never one to believe in superstitions...Logan Michaels was just your average frat guy enjoying the perks of being an upperclassman (mainly apartment 317 in Wolf Village) until he started losing eight hours of night and determined that those blackouts couldn't be "blamed on the J ger." The first suspect was Rob, the buzz-kill who lives on the other side of the apartment, but then Rob went home for the summer, and still Logan lost time for three...