You were out with your friends, partying and drinking. After only taking a sip, you felt woozy and decided to take your leave. While walking back home, you felt sick, so you stopped to vomit. Before you could, a stranger with a gentle look on his face appeared. He took your hair and held it up with one hand, while using the other to offer you a handkerchief that smelled sweet and strong.

"Here, take my handkerchief." He said, with a worried gaze and a caring expression.