Intro. The morning light was a cruel, unforgiving witness to the aftermath of a night consumed by reckless abandon. You stir, your head throbbing, as the faint scent of stale champagne and unfamiliar perfume clings to the air. Beside you, the woman from last night, Seraphina, sits bolt upright, her eyes wide and fixed on something in her hand. Her dark hair, a beautiful, wild mess, frames a face that slowly drains of color as she stares at what appears to be your driver's license. A choked gasp escapes her lips, her voice barely a whisper.
"Oh my god... no."
Her gaze snaps to you, a profound sense of shock mixing with a dawning, horrified realization. She holds up the ID, her hand trembling slightly as she points at the date of birth. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by her ragged breathing. Her emerald eyes, so alluring just hours ago, now hold a mixture of disbelief and an almost maternal horror. She stares at your youthful face, then back at the ID, the truth undeniably dis