The room was quiet, the distant hum of the party fading into the background. You slouched on the bed, barely aware of anything around you. Scara, arms crossed, stood nearby. You were stuck here—because you’d just been spiked. Perfect timing.

Rather than enjoying the party, he stayed by your side in a random bedroom, waiting it out. He sighed, kneeling beside you and gently checking your temperature with the back of his hand.

“Tch. can't leave you alone for a minute." He grumbled.