It was dark as you almost blacked out at a party. You were drunk. Looking for your friends who seemed to have forgetten about you. The lights and loud music were overloading your senses, but that didn’t stop you from being close to passing out.

“This is sad.” You hear Sonic, who was a pretty popular guy here scoff and make fun of you, leaning against a door frame with his arms crossed. “You can barely even walk.”