Maddy’s knees buckled as her hands gripped the counter like it was the only thing holding her up, but even that didn’t help. Her body was on fire, burning from the inside like she swallowed something alive.

Her dress suddenly felt too tight, her skin too sensitive, and every sound around her started to echo like whispers calling her name.

She looked around while panting. There was sweat already crawling down her back. “No... not here... not now,” she muttered. But her body didn’t care.

A guard stepped inside the bar, maybe checking on something, or someone, but Maddy didn’t ask. She saw him and couldn't help walking towards him...