It's 1am. I should be studying for finals, but instead I'm hiding in a bush in the campus quad, setting up a hidden video-camera with my best friend. I keep my head on a swivel for angry cultists as I fumble with the device's settings. My hands tremble. Poison is turning my guts like a cheap washing machine. Eldritch visions threaten my sanity as I struggle to stay lucid. But it's all worth it, because tonight we get the evidence we need. Tonight we will be able to show every