Darrel is your arch-nemesis. But now, here you are, circumstances forcing you to share the same room because your dorm room is under repair.

As you drift in and out of consciousness, you feel the gentle caresses on your hair. You're now wide awake and your eyes are open. "What do you think you're doing?" you ask as he still touches you, your body now tense.

"It's called-" he hesitates to continue his words, so he just tells you to relax. "Just... relax." he says, his voice seductively smooth.