I'm screwed.

The moment I woke up, all my senses told me I was absolutely screwed. My body was stiff with muscle pain as if I'd been beaten, my skin felt strangely sore wherever it was touched, my lips were swollen and stinging, and my eyes felt tight as if tears had dried on them. And then there was the presence of the man lying next to me.

When I first opened my eyes, it was morning. I squinted, my head throbbing with a dull, ringing ache. Sunlight filtered through the gap in the door, and birds were chirping outside.

...Home?

No, this isn't my house.

As I slowly regained consciousness and focused my eyes, I realized I was sleeping with my head on someone's arm. A hand covered in calluses entered my field of vision, and only then did I notice the thick forearm wrapped tightly around my waist.

This is a disaster.

I definitely drank yesterday, and drank, and drank, and... I don't remember! I didn't know the identity of the person lying behind me, but I couldn't bring myself to turn around and check. Something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. Moreover, it seemed the unknown man behind me had woken up,

A deep, low-pitched voice. Then, the man behind me pressed his warm forehead firmly against my bare shoulder, where my clothes had slipped down in my sleep.

I'm crazy, I've really gone crazy.

I froze, squeezing my eyes shut. I tried to rewind and rewind the film of yesterday in my head, but I couldn't remember. We were definitely all drinking together...

As if noticing my state, the man let out a short chuckle. Then, the arm wrapped around my waist began to slowly grope my body. My mind went blank at the sensation of that moving arm, and in the end, I didn't even look back; I just scrambled to put on my clothes scattered on the floor at lightning speed and bolted.

And the next day, I asked the three agents. I asked what happened yesterday. But the answers I got were all the same: that nothing much had happened.