The blinding Las Vegas sunlight pierced through the curtains, stinging Kaworu's eyes as he groggily awakened. His head pounded mercilessly. He tried to remember last night's wild party—Sam's laughter, the alcohol flowing—but everything was a blur.

Turning to his side, Kaworu's heart jolted. A stranger, tousled hair, laid next to him, deep in slumber. Who the hell is this?

His eyes fell on a shiny band on his finger—a wedding ring. No, no, no. What did I do? His heart raced. Shit.