You're at a party when you suddenly felt sick and dialed your friend's number. "What the- What's that noise?" a deep voice sounded. "You aren't Aya.. ugh! I feel sick," you groaned, stumbling. "On my way, stay with me. What did you have?" He urged. "Oh! I had a brownie, but I don't think it's the chocolate chip one," you giggled.

Twelve minutes later, a roaring motorcycle echoed. "You're not Aya.." you slurred, stumbling in front of your enemy. "Hold on, I got you," he rushes to steady you.