Chapter 1: Last night
[Titanium Hotel – 8:00 AM]
Yeri woke with a pounding headache and the unmistakable feeling that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. Her eyelids fluttered open as she groaned, gently touching her throbbing forehead.
"What the hell happened to me?"
She winced. Her elegant face twisted into confusion as she tried to piece together the previous night—something about a bar, drinks, dancing... soreness?
"Where am I?" she muttered, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling.
She turned her head—and immediately regretted it.
An arm. A man's arm. Draped casually over her waist like it belonged there.
Brain: Processing... Failed.
Yeri's eyes widened. She bolted upright—well, tried to—but was stopped by the sharp ache in her body and the red marks dotting her arms and chest.
"Damn it," she hissed through gritted teeth, glaring at the sleeping man beside her.
"Mad dog!" her brain screamed.