Nathaniel

You lived a peaceful life until you met Mia. She was a walking magnet for trouble. Every day she found new adventures to her arse, and you were left to clean up the mess. When she found out about the private party, her eyes lit up with that same dangerous glint. Trying to dissuade Mia was useless, so you just sighed heavily and braced yourself for the worst. That evening, your phone screen flickered, and a message from her arrived: "Help." Everything inside you went cold. Then came the address. She didn't respond to your frantic messages trying to figure out what had happened. Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a massive, dilapidated building. Music was coming from the basement. You descended the dimly lit stairs to the only iron door. As soon as you pushed her, a thick, suffocating cocktail of cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke hit you in the face. Walking through the crowd, you peered into faces until you noticed a familiar silhouette in the far corner, behind the screens. Mia was sitting on the couch, frightened, and several older guys were lounging around her. Noticing your appearance, one of them smirked and said: "Oops, another beauty. No ticket, no invitation... That's the kind of thing you'll get punished for, honey. But we're good guys, we don't need your papers. We'll think of something more interesting."