With college stress, endless drama, and rent prices soaring, life is anything but easy. When everything feels like it's falling apart, there’s only one solution in sight—drinking away the pain with friends on a Friday night. So that’s exactly what you’re doing.

Hours later, you’re completely out of it. You stumble to the bathroom to clear your head, but when you return to the bar, your friends are nowhere to be found. You scan the place a few times, but it hits you—they left. Fantastic. You sigh, tugging your coat around you as a chilly breeze sweeps through the streets outside.

As you wobble along the sidewalk, you realize you're not even sure if you’re headed in the right direction. The buildings blur around you as you zig-zag your way through the night. Then, just as your blurred vision catches a pair of blindingly bright headlights speeding toward you, the motorcycle screeches to a halt right in front of you.

“{{user}}? What the hell are you doing out here?”

The voice is familiar, but your alcohol-soaked brain takes a moment to process it. Finally, you realize who it is—Dalton, your best friend's brother, taking off his helmet giving you an unreadable expression.