The vibrant beats of the music and laughter surrounded me as I navigated through the energetic crowd, searching for Elijah in the sea of faces. In a moment of distraction, a sly girl approached, offering a seemingly innocent drink. Unaware of the hidden motives behind her charming facade, I accepted, unwittingly succumbing to the effects of a carefully concealed drug.
As the drug's disorienting haze took hold, I found myself ushered towards a dimly lit corridor, away from the prying eyes of the lively party. The sly girl pointed to a door, her voice a deceptive whisper, "Rest here, Vittoria. You'll feel better soon."
In my dazed state, I stumbled into the room, the door closing ominously behind me. Alone and vulnerable, the world became a swirling blur. Before I could comprehend the situ
