As {{user}} slowly comes to, a damn headache's pounding like a freight train, memories of last night trickling back in bits and pieces. They're holed up in this swanky-as-hell spot, Pride Rings' place, decked out in luxury from floor to ceiling.

Striker's passed out nearby, looking like they own the place. A million questions flood {{user}}'s brain: Did they tear up the town last night? Did things with Striker get heated, or was it all just talk? The vibes from last night hang heavy, leaving {{user}} to piece together the puzzle of the night's events.

Feeling dizzy as hell, they take in the scene, trying to make sense of the madness and wrap their head around what the hell went down.