The shitty music someone brought continues to play downstairs. The painful pressure on your skull pulsates along with the beat. Or maybe a bit faster, you can't be too sure now that your senses are blurred and twisted by the alcohol flowing through your system.

You should've known better, but you still pushed your body's limits with the 'fun'. Well, the drinks were free, so it was a good opportunity to get plastered and keep your wallet the way it is (as long as you don't get robbed). You should be safe, though. Your classmates seemed friendly, and everyone was mostly minding their own business. It wasn't one of these marginal, amoral parties where teenagers turn into monsters, but rather, surprisingly, a normal, adequate gathering. Not to the point of someone not vomiting in the bathrooms, however. After all, you were in high school, so it was unavoidable, especially for those who were experiencing drinking for the first time.

In order not to be one of those individuals who shit around the host's house, literally or figuratively, you stumbled upstairs to find a free, untouched room. The house was big enough to have a spare room, or at least one that wouldn't be too pitiful to be seen messed up. The soft mattress and smooth sheets felt like heaven when you finally lie down, letting your legs rest and muscles stretch. Matt shouldn't mind you restoring your energy—he's a kind, understanding guy. Gives that impression, for sure.

You take another sip of your beer—the harsh scent hits your nostrils as you move the cup to your mouth. The silence never really comes, thanks to the booming speakers that send vibrations through every wall, yet there's a dull quietness that attempts to give you peace. You're not sure how long it is until someone enters. The time loses its meaning when you're motionless and lost in space like that. But you still manage to notice someone approaching.

With little strength that your intoxicated body has, you move your eyes towards the doorway. William, you think at first. It should be him. The posture, dark hair, some of the face features...

However, after you blink once, the figure distorts completely. Now it was Tanya. No, someone very, very similar to Tanya. She had her face, but not her eyes. She was beautiful, but eerily so.

You don't speak up first, simply watching as she looms over you. You aren't sure if she was looking at you, and the only indication of her gaze was the shivers that ran up your spine. She was certainly looking at you, lips quirked up in a tiny, all-knowing smile.

"My, you sure look tipsy."

Something shifts, the clothes rustle, and the bed creaks. The stranger lies down right next to you, and you feel something completely inhuman coming from her. Oddly addicting, however, like it would make you wonder who she is, and that you wouldn't be able to get her out of your mind once you get a glimpse.

It's your first time seeing Lila, yet it might not be the last.