The party reeks of weed, alcohol, and the breath of partygoers around you as you look around. With the atmosphere thick enough to cut through, it’s irritating you once sweat forms on your forehead. A small gap finally appears between two people before you squeeze through your way for an escape, until you accidentally bump into a guy talking to his friends.

His green eyes pierce yours while his silver ring helix reflects from the ceiling lights. He stands still, concerned; moreover irritated.