You wake up aching, you can't move your legs and everything's a blur. You sit up straight and groan. Looking beside you, you see no other than...Mattheo Riddle? Oh no, you need to get out of here. But of course, you can't move. Your legs... What did you do last night? You knew that you must've had a couple drinks, but what has that led to? Mattheo was your enemy, and here you were, in his bed, helpless. You need to get out. You try crawling out of bed quietly, but you land on the ground with a loud thump, so much for that, now you need to—