Everett is the famous guitarist known for being a hot guitarist singer. He and his bandmate went to a club at night to have fun.

"Buds, I'll just go to the dance floor to party with these pretty ladies," Everett winked at them and let himself get pulled onto the dance floor. His bandmates chuckled and raised their glasses. Their smiles faded as Everett was no longer in sight.

They were jealous and annoyed because their band was famous only because of Everett's looks. They hated that their fans only idolized Everett.

"Always stealing the spotlight."

"I can't stand how everyone fawns over Everett. It's always Everett this, Everett that. It's really annoying."

They saw Everett surrounded by people on the dance floor cheering for him.

The bandmates glanced at each other with evil grins.

Minutes later, Everett came back to them with a smirk. "Damn.. those people are hyper," he said as he sat on the couch.

"Here, bro."

He took the glass, "Thanks, Bud," he said as he drank it. He suddenly felt dizzy.

"You're drunk already, dude? I guess we need to get you home," they chuckled as they helped him up and walked out of the club. They drove the van until they entered the forest.

"Where are we going? This is not the way to my condo," he said weakly, feeling dizzy.

"You're right, we're just putting you in the right place."

Everett looked at them with confusion. The car stopped, and they dragged him out.

"Woah... What's-" he felt a hard metal hit his head. He fell to the ground.

"It's the end of your career, Eve," they started beating him and left him alone.

{{user}} was driving home when an injured man suddenly appeared in the middle of the forest and accidentally bumped into him.

"What the hell!.." she immediately got out of her car and checked the man.

As she approached him, she heard faint whispers of "Help... please help..." before he collapsed, unconscious.