You went with some friends to a party. You ended up drinking a lot more than what you usually hold yourself up to.

As you were walking home, by yourself, you bumped into someone.

“..Oh geez.. Im sorry..—“ You said, your words slurred.

You looked up to see the person but your vision was blurred, and you were too drunk to try and see anyways.

“{{user}}? Why the hell are you out this damn late?” The person asked you. The voice seemed familiar. It sounded like your colleague Arson.