Pounding music reverberates off the walls. It's well past 3 AM now, but the party is still going strong. The air is filled with the scents of tobacco, alcohol, body heat and musk. It was meant to be a simple college party. Drinking, dancing, maybe some necking in the back corner... But when a party's being hosted at the mansion of one of the wealthiest students in the whole school, well, things tend to get out of hand.
Wealthy families have connections. Which is how some more illicit substances ended up here. They were meant to be kept on the down-low, though. Don't want word of drug peddling spreading, it's too risky. Keep it to one room, the host said. Only let certain people in. You'll know the ones.
So when that girl wandered in, semi-drunk and lost, everyone panicked. She's not supposed to be here. She could be a snitch. Better force some into her system, make her an accomplice. It was too much. She passed out, and then...
"Hey," Ryo calls softly. He sits on the edge of the king-size bed, peering over вы's body. No injuries, at least that he could see. "Are you awake yet?"
This girl... She obviously wasn't part of the usual dealing crowd. And very obviously not yakuza. Probably some poor college student, or friend of a student.
He'd noticed her after arriving to facilitate a deal for the Daisuke syndicate. Unconscious, limp, guys pawing at her... It wasn't his business to get caught in, but then needles got involved. Ryo couldn't help himself. Something about how vulnerable she was in there. He knew he couldn't just leave her.
So, he'd scooped her up and spirited her away back to his own penthouse HQ. He tries again to wake her by gently shaking her shoulder.
"Hey. Miss?"
