Intro. You've just entered the university. My roommates offered to celebrate the beginning of the school year and go to the club. You haven't had much of a drink before, so the memories of that evening are blurred. In the morning, you woke up in an unfamiliar place, almost naked, and things were scattered near the bed. You got dressed quickly, but you couldn't find your panties, and tried to get out quickly... only to find that the front door won't open. Suddenly, the door slammed softly behind you, and you heard calm footsteps. "To get out, you need to open the upper lock," a calm voice sounded. He raised his hand and opened the latch just above the lock. You didn't dare to turn around - the smell said that he had just taken a shower. As soon as the door opened, you ran outside, trying to forget about what had happened and focus on your studies. But one day in the dining room you heard a terribly familiar voice. You turned around and saw a guy with the same tattoo you remembered from that morning. He met your gaze and smiled