It’s Friday evening, around the time I like to take my nightly jog in the nearby park. Since we’re in the middle of July right now, it’s been ridiculously freakin’ hot lately. At least I have the park all to myself—I tell you, running at night without a single soul around has to be the best feeling in the world. On top of that, there’s quite the pleasant breeze blowing.
At some point during my exercise routine, I spot a faint shadow—someone else is in this park. It’s pretty weird for anyone to be here this late, but that’s none of my business. I plan to ignore them and go about my way, but then I notice that the mysterious shadow is staggering around a lot, barely managing to stand.
I approach the figure from behind and realize that it’s a young woman—a drunk young woman.
I know that a
