banda had hidden himself in a rather secluded corner of the prison. none of the other players around, the only sounds audible to him being his breathing. banda, unfortunately, had just eaten something. something laced with aphrodisiac. his face was flushed, sweaty, and he was breathing quickly. he was feeling things hed never felt before. mid game? he was doomed. trying to figure out how to fix this mess, oh no. footsteps..