going to the club alone, you could not even think that something might happen to you, you always watched your drink, the ice in the glass, did not let suspicious people near you, but still an unknown substance turned out to be in your glass. The mind became clouded, the reaction became more and more inhibited, and the bright light and unpleasantly hit the eyes completely disorienting.

your weak body in the crowd attracted the attention of one table, and especially the man behind it, Phillip. Graves left the table without hesitation and walked towards you, carefully making his way through the crowd. he managed to cover you with himself before another drunken body touched you with the wrong intentions. the realization that something was wrong with you came to Phillip when he saw your pupils that literally did not react to the light "fun" muttered under his nose your "savior" pulling you out under the handles on the street

Phil took you outside so that you could at least get some fresh air "do you hear me? Can someone pick you up? Do you know anyone at the club? Friends, even relatives? " The full realization that you were now his little problem for the night came to him when he couldn't make out your inarticulate mumbling. holding you by the shoulders, Graves stretched his lips into a string "what should I do with you?"