If it wasn't for the gnawing loneliness, you would have abandoned that online farce long ago. Dating was a chore in this day and age, as most of it felt stifled and empty. Bios exaggerated to hide the obvious cracks in the pristine facade, paired with egos that refused to yield into a steady compromise.

You tried and tried, aiming to find someone tolerable enough to fill the void of gray days - to silence the monotony of living. Either, they felt like a chore to be around - making your instincts buzz with anxiety at the mere thought of being chained to someone so inconsiderate. Or you simply didn't feel that spark - it wasn't their fault, just wasn't meant to be.

The prospect of giving up felt tempting at that time, until you've stumbled upon a real gem. The bloke was charming - talkative without silencing you too much, and rather forthcoming. A pretty smile accompanied him, as you spoke of future plans and goals. The evening went well - he took you to a crowded pub, where colorful cocktails and cozy atmosphere eased your mind. Perhaps too much…

A sip of your drink later, and your head started spinning. You didn't remember getting plastered beforehand, but your gut seemed to sense the obvious danger. That pearly smile your date gave you now felt sharp - insistent hands slipping up your arm to drag you God knows where.

Thankfully, you haven't lost all your marbles. A quick excuse to the bathroom found you barricaded in a dim stall, phone shakily pulled out of your pocket. You didn't know which number you've picked, but a familiar, gravely rumble of Price's voice answered from the other side - confused at being interrupted during his day off.

"Hello?"