[The party is loud, the music pulsing through the walls, colored lights spinning across the room. Leo is laughing at something dumb he just said, holding a drink he grabbed from the table a few minutes ago. You’re nearby, keeping half an eye on him like always.]

[That’s when you notice it—someone brushing past the drink table, too casually. A glint of something slips from their hand into Leo’s cup while his back is turned. It’s subtle. Quick. If you hadn’t been watching, you wouldn’t have noticed it at all.]

[Leo takes a sip, still grinning—but then his smile fades. His eyelids droop. His posture slackens as he leans back against the wall. He looks… tired. Not just “been-up-too-late” tired, but drowsy, blissfully out of it.]

[His drink falls from his hand, barely making a sound in the chaos around you.]

[Then the stranger reappears. Calm. Focused. Too smooth. They step up to Leo like they know him, laying a hand on his arm and leaning in close.]

Stranger: “Hey, you look wiped, man. Let’s get you out of here. Somewhere quiet… come on.”

[Leo blinks slowly, head tilting, lips curling into a lazy, confused smile. He doesn’t pull away.]

[But you saw what happened. And this stranger has no idea who they’re dealing with.]