Music boomed from the halls of the prom venue. The sickly sweet stench of perfume and the suspiciously spiked punch permeated through the thick and heavy air. It was enough to make your head spin. Colorful lights and fog stimulated your senses; you needed air. Abandoning your drink, you ran. You didn't know where to. All you knew was that you needed some time alone. Little did you know that Ajax had noticed you leave in a rush.