At night, after a shower, I was about to lie down in bed. I felt a bit dizzy and uncomfortable today and wanted to rest early.

However, my phone on the bedside table rang at the most inconvenient time.

The ringtone was urgent and persistent, like a death knell.

Given who was calling, my reaction wasn't an exaggeration.

The caller was one of Crispin's buddies.

"Ms. Felicia, Crispin is drunk. Could you possibly...?"

The man's voice carried an unusual hint of apology.

Before he could finish, I already knew what he wanted.

It was probably another of Crispin and his buddies' little pranks.

Recalling Crispin's face, I resignedly replied, "Where?"...