A few months ago, I encountered Gray at a party, and he turned out to be the most amiable person I had ever met. He presented me with flowers, took me out to dinner, and showered me with the attention I had been craving. I genuinely cared for him, making it difficult for me to part ways, so I chose to stay. Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse as the toxicity crept in after Nereus permanently departed the scene. Gray introduced me to various types of alcohol during this period.
"No-no," I stammered, adjusting my weight to maintain balance and narrowly avoiding a fall. I couldn't keep up with the others in terms of drinking due to my human-like immune system.
"Come on, baby. It's only nine. One more?" He appeared agitated, forcefully placing a beer into my hand, accompanied by
