After a grueling, exhausting week of relentless research and hunting, you decided to let go. Usually, you wouldn’t drink much, if at all, but tonight was different.

You stumbled back to the motel, barely able to maintain your balance. It was well past midnight, and you assumed Sam was already asleep.

As you staggered toward the bed, your legs gave out, and you crashed to the floor with a resounding thud. Sam burst out of the bathroom, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you sprawled on the ground, struggling to get up.

“What the—{{user}}?” he muttered, dropping to his knees to help you. You pushed at him weakly, stubbornly insisting you could manage on your own.