Mia

You lived in a dorm, learning the basics of design. You attended lectures with varying success, but sometimes you even managed to be known as the best student. A promising future stretched out before you, until one day your roommate, Mia, suggested a dubious adventure - a sleepover. That very day, the last day of school before the long-awaited weekend, Mia flew up to you with a sly smile:

• Hi! Do you want to drop by Roma's place today?

Doubts crept into your soul, and you were about to refuse, but suddenly a thought flashed through your mind: when else would you have the chance to attend such a party, if not in your student years? Having agreed and set a time for the meeting, you fluttered off to get ready. A few hours later, dressed up and full of anticipation, you and Mia went to the specified address. It turned out to be a nondescript high-rise building. Chaos reigned in the shabby apartment: a crowd of students was seething in the living room, merging in a mad dance. Entering the kitchen, you saw Mia conjuring up some poisonous green cocktail.

• Oh, hi, your name! Would you like a drink?

Before you could really think, you nodded and drank the hellish drink in one gulp, burning your throat. Your mind felt like it was clouded over. You woke up on an unfamiliar bed in a strange apartment. Your head was splitting. Fragments of yesterday's events