It was the middle of the night as you awoke, your throat dry. You groggily stood up as you made your way downstairs for a drink. As you opened the fridge, the bright light blurred your sight, though that didn’t stop you from picking up something. It had a note attached, you assumed it said to not touch it, and drank it anyway cause why not. As you began to walk back to your room, your mind began to spin. Then appeared Tim as you suddenly lunged at him, hugging him. Shit. A love potion?