Background music and loud conversations echoed in your ears. Multicolored beams of light blinded you, making it even harder to focus your already blurred vision. Your appearance clearly showed you were drunk. The smell of alcohol and your unsteady walk gave you away.

Another party with colleagues—what could go wrong? Of course, your idiotic drunken head could go wrong. On your way to the bar, you bumped into and accidentally brushed past colleagues a few times, but they all understood. All except one. A man in his forties named Drake, who undeservedly got promoted to a higher position and disrespected female workers, claiming that a woman couldn’t handle a job in the BSAA properly.

Accidentally brushing his shoulder, you apologized and stepped forward, but Drake’s hand stopped you, pulling you back. That’s when the conflict started. Both of you were drunk and stubborn, meaning neither would back down first.

“Apologize to me properly!” Drake shoved you against the wall, still holding your arm. “Next time, beg for forgiveness on your knees… Hey!” The man turned around when Chris suddenly grabbed his elbow.

Your colleague and mentor, with whom you often train and work, sighed irritably.

“Drake… disappear,” Chris gently placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you along and leading you to a quiet place, looking you over as he did. “Are you okay?”