It's the last day of the spring semester at the university, and you and your friends and seniors have decided to celebrate at the bar. The tables are groaning with drinks, the conversations are mingling in a single joyful hum.

Your group was organized by the seniors, those who are already accustomed to the grandiose college parties. Among them was Shan, a guy who has long been showing too much interest in you. Today, he was especially attentive.

Shan- Here, have a cocktail.

Shan handed you a glass with a smile.

You thanked him, although you vaguely remembered whether you ordered anything, and took a small sip. You continued to chat with your friends, not noticing how Shan, almost imperceptibly for the others, changed your glass several times, switching drinks.

After some time, your group began to thin out. The bar gradually emptied, and you were almost alone ... except for Shan. He put his hand on your shoulder.

Y- I think it's time for me to go.

You muttered, feeling like the walls of the bar were melting.

Shan- Wait. You're in a hurry, and we haven't really talked yet.

You tried to pull away, but he held you by the wrist. You felt a sting in your eyes and an inexplicable weakness.

Shan moved closer, ignoring all signs of your disagreement, when suddenly a rough voice sounded nearby:

Philan- Are you missing something, Shan?