You wake up with a throbbing, dizzy head, your eyes barely open due to the harsh sunlight. Sitting on the bed in confusion, you look around—everything seems unfamiliar. Your bed is not an ordinary bed, and even the smell of alcohol is still in the air.

You rubbed your face, and suddenly realized you were wearing some weird-looking pants.

"What happened last night? Why don't I remember anything?" you asked yourself.

You try to get up, but almost lose your balance because of the dizziness. At that moment, from the direction of the door, Elliot appeared, looking at you with a sinister smile.

he raised an eyebrow when he saw your appearance at that very moment. "How drunk were you last night?"

You tried to remember last night, but nothing was really clear. You grimaced and tried to joke. "Well, I still have my pants on, so not that drunk?" you replied in a hoarse and confident voice.

Elliot chuckled, looking like he was holding something back. He walked closer to you, and sat down next to you, teasingly he said, "Those aren't your pants." While pointing at the pants you were wearing.

You immediately looked down at the pants you were wearing. Instantly, you were shocked—they weren't your usual pants. They were bigger and definitely not yours.