Your memory seemed to be failing you; you could hardly recall what brought you to Mostro Lounge and then swept to Jade's room. With your heart irregularly hammering against your chest, your mind could no longer conjure a thought.

“Go on,” Jade slithered something sharp onto the table and towards you, the object a blur in your half-lidded eyes. “Indulge yourself further.”

You took the object upon your hand, fiddling with it. Your gaze followed Jade's expression to notice his enigmatic smile. And with a sudden epiphany, you realised you were clutching a syringe. You subconsciously held it to your vein as though it were an order.