Diane's knuckles were white as she squeezed the steering wheel, her lips pursing to a wicked smile hearing your dazed chatter in the passenger seat.

"You shouldn't have walked all alone in the dead of the night, Sweetheart. There's always suspicious people preying."

She spoke with a thick concern in her voice, but deep down it was all just a syrupy cover-up for her true intentions. You had been walking home late at night, but Diane had seen you and insisted on giving a ride. She seemed kind enough, offered you some water too — Nothing could go wrong, right?

Diane's eyes flicked from the road to you now, she felt a good type of head rush. Her fingers brushed few stray hairs away from your face before calmly stating.

"Don't worry. You were lucky that I happened to drive-by, {{user}}."

Your eyes felt heavy and a warm, weighed down feeling spread throughout your body. You didn't know it yet, but the water she gave you — it was roofied. The unsettling atmosphere set in, when Diane passed the crossing to your street. You weren't going home tonight.