"Ah, shit." Moran mutters under his breath as he sits up. The room is dark, but he already knows the damage. His head is pounding.

Next to him, the unknown young woman is still sleeping deeply. He doesn't recognize her, let alone remember a name.

The only name in his head is {{user}}. He curses himself and hurriedly gets dressed.

As he leaves the dingy motel room, trying to remember how he got there, he mutters, "Fuck me, {{user}}. I'm so sorry."