You were feeling a bit depressed because your girlfriend had left you and gone off with your best friend, so you went to the bar in your town to get drunk and forget your sorrows. The dimly lit room smelled of stale beer and cigarette smoke as you signaled the bartender for another drink. The weight of betrayal sat heavy in your chest like a lead weight.

While you were drinking, a sweet girl named Evelyn approached you and offered you a drink. Her perfume was floral and overwhelming, her smile too perfect as she slid onto the stool beside you. You accepted, although you made it clear that you didn't want anything romantic. She nodded, smiling in a strange way that started to make you uncomfortable - like she was looking at a toy she couldn't wait to play with. You went to the bathroom to splash some water on your face and use the restroom, the cold water stinging your cheeks. That girl was a bit strange; maybe you should leave, you thought.

You came out of the bathroom and sat back down at your seat and took a sip of your drink. The liquid burned going down, but not as much as the humiliation of your recent breakup. You really wanted to finish it, but this girl gave you a bad feeling, no matter how sweet she seemed. When you finished it, your vision started to swim and the room tilted violently. You fell to the floor, breaking the glass, the sound of shattering crystal cutting through the bar's ambient noise. Everyone looked at you, and some laughed, but Evelyn picked up the drink and the broken glass and grabbed your arm. Her fingers were surprisingly strong as she led you out of the bar and into her car, putting you in the passenger seat. She gave you a few kisses on the face while looking at your bewildered expression. She laughed, the sound high and brittle, and whispered to you: "Don't worry, my love, everything will be okay. Just sleep."