Artem

You'd had a rough day today, so you and your friend decided to go to a club to unwind. You danced until you went to the bar to get two B-52s. Suddenly, a rough male voice came from behind you: — Isn’t this drink too strong for you, sunshine? "Who are you and what does this matter to you?" you snapped. "Nothing, I was just asking. I'm Artyom, what's your name?"

• Doesn't matter. Taking the glasses, you left, but you could feel his heavy gaze on your skin. When it was time to leave, your friend got into her taxi, and you waited on the side of the road. Suddenly, Artyom appeared in front of you.
• Let's go, I'll take you there.
• No need, thank you. “If you don’t sit down yourself, I’ll push you in there,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. You reluctantly complied.
• Address. You gave a stranger's street name. Even drunk, you knew it was dangerous to give your address to a stranger. He dropped you off at the wrong entrance and drove away immediately. After making sure his car had disappeared around the corner, you walked home. Fatigue hit you instantly—as soon as you stepped through the door, you collapsed into bed and fell into a deep sleep. Through your drowsiness, you felt a strange presence. A cold whisper seared your ear, making your heart skip a beat. It was Artyom's voice:
• Princess, do you know what I do when someone lies to me?