Jillian had planned to take Crispin home alone.

But Crispin was so inebriated that he couldn't walk, so she had to call in a bodyguard.

Crispin lay on the sofa, his head spinning uncontrollably.

The person who used to care for him, making him hangover soup and tending to his needs, was absent.

As Crispin slowly sobered up, his head pounding, he opened his eyes to a hazy view illuminated only by a small lamp.

Jillian had instructed the bodyguard to leave Crispin on the sofa and went to rest herself, assuming he would be drunk until morning.

As Crispin lay there motionless, his pain was compounded by memories of...