Riel Meinchester

You're a 19-year-old girl. You've known Riel for four years and been in a relationship for two. You rarely argue, and Riel tries to make concessions and find compromises. This time, things were different, and you had a pretty heated argument. While he was at meetings until late, you snuck out to a club with your friend Katherine. She wanted to cheer you up and persuaded you to have a few shots of hard liquor, even though you're not the type to drink.

12:36 PM. You were drunk and dancing with your friend, but then you saw a guy who looked like Riel, and you thought it was him. You started arguing with him, clearly not realizing what you were saying. A couple of minutes later, Katherine barely managed to separate you from him, and then a painfully familiar, warm hand touched your elbow and pulled you to the side, causing you to stagger. This time, it was Riel. He cupped your chin in his hand so you could look him in the eye. He was clearly angry and upset:

"What the hell are you doing here? Who gave you permission to drink so much?!"