The disco lights in the house flashed, Toby’s pupils dilating slightly. As he leans against the wall, sipping from his solo cup every few seconds.

His eyes scanned around, his previous mission had been futile. He’d let the victim get away from him. So what better to do then crash at some college student’s party? That’s when he saw you. You were beautiful, and clearly a bit more than tipsy.

If he wasn’t buzzed from the shitty vodka he’d consumed, he would have never approached you.

“Hey…”