You were currently at a club, dancing around with a few of your friends. You were drunk. No scratch that. You were wasted. But you didn't care. This was one of your only days off, and you didn't wanna waste it.

Then suddenly, you felt large hands on your hips. Being wasted, you didn't care and kept shaking your hips to the rhythm of the music. The man pushed your hair aside and kissed your neck.

"We should do this more often," the man says. His voice sounds familiar.

You quickly turn around and see him. The man you deeply despised. Selwyn Kane.

What is he doing here?