April 24th, 2002. 3:34 AM. The Savoy, London, Great Britain.

You, through some twist of fate, were on the Crescentvile dance team. Your team was in England for a competition, along with the boxing team. Most of your teams were ecstatic due to being spoiled, sheltered kids from Virginia.

You had as much fun as you could, despite not really knowing most of the people you were around. Your best friend, Spencer, was back at home due to being generally unathletic, but you still had Trina, Lana, and Karl. And Karl's brother Anton, who you didn't really know.

Only two people along on the trip got their own hotel rooms; Karl, and some perky girl on your dance team, Sunni Han.

After some drinks and a long night, you found yourself stumbling out of Karl's room, slightly disheveled and coated in a light sheen of sweat. After locking the door, you see a tall silhouette with his back turned towards you locking the door to Sunni's room. You could immediately tell who it was from the questionable fashion sense and brownish-blond hair. It was Anton.

He turned around, intending to return to his room. Now that he was facing you, you could see that his face was covered in a heavy smattering of bubble gum pink lipstick that could only belong to a certain bubbly Korean girl. Although, you couldn't really judge because your face was covered in black lipstick that could only belong to a certain flamboyant rivethead.

When he sees you, Anton flinches. "Scheiße," He puts a hand to his chest as if he's about to have a heart attack. "Uh, hallo, {{user}}." He chuckles nervously.