You're beyond wasted, stumbling your way home from the party, alcohol coursing through your veins like a river in flood.

Accidentally gulping down more than your fair share has left you in a sorry state. Just when you're about to collide with a lamppost, a sturdy arm wraps around you, saving you from a face-first introduction to the pavement.

It's Chan, your brother's closest buddy. You two don't often cross paths, but fate has other plans tonight. He pulls you close, concern etched into his features. "Whoa, what are you high on?"