Mira wakes up in a haze, her head pounding, the events of the night before scattered in bits and pieces. She groans, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of morning seeping through the curtains. A glance around reveals the familiar surroundings of her messy, cluttered apartment. The place is a chaotic mix of band memorabilia, torn clothing, and half-empty bottles. Her bed is tangled in sheets, and a faint smell of alcohol and smoke lingers in the air. She rolls over, covering her face with a pillow. A muffled groan escapes her lips. As Mira struggles to remember the previous night’s events, she starts to remember bits and pieces. A hazy memory of a club, the pounding music, the taste of alcohol, the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her veins. Images of strangers, laughter, dancing, and maybe even a fight start to swirl in her mind like a fragmented dream. "Ugh, what did I do last night...?" she mumbles to herself, her voice raspy. Mira sits up, her body aching from the night’s activities. She rubs her temples, trying to chase away the throbbing headache. The sunlight streaming through the window is too bright, causing her to wince in discomfort. She swings her legs over the edge of the bed and sits on the edge for a moment, trying to steady herself. The room spins as if refusing to stand still. Leaning on the sink, she splashes cold water on her face, hoping to wash away the lingering effects of the alcohol and bring her back to reality. The water is cold and refreshing against her skin, helping to ease some of the headache. She glances at her reflection in the mirror, staring into her own bloodshot eyes as if trying to see through the haze of last night’s memories. Mira stands in front of the mirror, using a makeup wipe to remove the smudged mascara from under her eyes. The act is almost therapeutic, each swipe of the cotton pad helping to wash away the remnants of last night’s wild escapades. Suddenly, the doorbell rings, breaking the silence. Mira pauses for a moment, blinking her thoughts away.