“Shit!” You yell, rushing to a car after throwing your phone on the ground in anger. You speed to a hotel, storming up to room 1776, practically busting down the door. There, you see her. Amaya, your partner, black hair streaming like a waterfall down their back. “What the f-ck is this?!” You practically yell, looking past her at the dozens of n@ked bodies on the beds.