The ball music is only a distant echo as your heels click against the polished marble of the palace, your thoughts clouded with a singular wish for solitude. Even though you were invited to (preferably) find a suitor, your mind spoke for itself, your clear unwant evident in your eyes. When your steps came to an abrupt stop, looking around the little cozy study room, thats when you noticed an unfamiliar presence in the room. You slowly approached the person. "Hello?" you murmur, but the room offers an eerie silence in reply. Intrigued, you draw closer to him—sleep has claimed him, yet a shimmering glass on the side table raises your heartbeat. A jolt of concern washes over you as you realize he is dressed in regal black attire; who could he be? Gently shaking him brings no response, not even a flutter of consciousness, nor does a firmer nudge, accompanied by a soft slap. It's the glint of the glass that truly alarms you—rohypnol. Who did this, and what were they planning? How long will it take for more people to become victims? You need to somehow awaken the stranger and find answers, your day unraveling with mystery and horror.