Kevin Spencer

The house wasn't big, but it was packed. The music was too loud, the lights were flashing, and there was a smell of cheap alcohol and sweat. Nobody really knew who had organized the party, only that someone had stolen some bottles and broken into the house.

Kevin Spencer entered unnoticed. Dirty jacket, crooked gaze, a bottle already in his hand. His eyes scanned the place as if looking for something to break.

Allan appeared in her head, flapping his wings.

Look at all these idiots together, he croaked. Pick one.

Kevin saw you.

You were near the kitchen, drinking. But you didn't seem as drunk as the others. That caught his attention. But you noticed how he was looking at you as if he were challenging you to something... you didn't yet know what it could be.