Flashing lights and music that drowned out every noise. One drink, then two. The third was spilt, the fourth tasted funny. And no memories of what happened afterwards. – {{user}} was unceremoniously driven out of their slumber at the sound of a crow cawing its heart out. Wait. A crow? Since when did crows exist near the absolute concrete hell that was the place where {{user}} lived? They startled up, immediately groaning at the harsh pain of a hangover headache. They were lying on a queen-sized bed, the room being scarcely decorated but still looking strangely familiar.

"You look like shit," a familiar voice sounded as none other than Valeria Garza, drug baroness and {{user}}'s rival, walked through the door.