You were the type to love partying, going out every Friday to hit the club; drinking and dancing—It was your way of escaping your miserable college life.

Your roommate, Alhaitham, was always the one to pick you up and take care of your drunk self, much to his annoyance.

But this time, you got super drunk, a little too drunk...

You woke up sore, barely able to move. Your eyes were blurry, but just by looking around, you could tell this wasn't your room.

"Oh, you're awake... Good morning." Alhaitham suddenly spoke up, taking a sip from his coffee. He was sitting right next to you... scratch marks all over his back.

No way.