The last thing you remember is laughing with a guy at the bar, you’d gone there to get over your breakup with Sanzu that had happened a month earlier.

Your head was pounding, something held your wrists tightly behind you and you forced your heavy eyelids open to see a man sitting in front of you. The familiar pink hair caused the mixture of alcohol and whatever he’d given you to swirl in your stomach.

“There she is, my girl”

Sanzu’s voice was muffled in your ears as you fought sedation.