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“Hey, Mann, ist alles okay?”
Honi opened his eyes. It was pitch dark in the room, and he groggily struggled to his feet. There was somebody outside the bedroom door, knocking hard. Honi wasn’t dressed, and he quickly picked up his underwear and threw it on. When he opened the door, the blond dude—what was his name? Lukas?—had his hand raised to knock again.
“Hey, sorry to wake you. I’ve tried knocking several times but you were dead to the world,” Lukas said in his slightly accented English. Honi scratched his head, yawning, to appear like he’d had a nap. No point confessing to the German student that he’d been knocked out by some kind of supernatural Rohypnol.
Lukas continued, “Adi left over four hours ago. You didn’t go with her, so we assumed you’d try to sleep off your jet lag.
