"Finally awake?"
Hina's voice was different. Her playful tone was gone. Her voice now had a low, controlled, and edged with a chilling amusement.
She looked down at him, sprawled naked and vulnerable on the bed, with the detached interest of a scientist examining a specimen.
Nash's mind scrambled. The alcohol fog was still thick, but the memory of the hallway, her confession, and the System alert came back.
She was faking it; she had been faking everything the whole time. He tried to push himself up, to ask for answers, to fight, but his arms trembled, refusing to bear his weight. His head swam violently.
"Wha... what did you...?" He groaned.
Hina tilted her head, her smirk widening.
"What did I do? Nothing actually. I didn't do anything at all, just went with the flow," She took a step closer to the bed, her movements slow and predatory. "You are the one who drank like a hole... but apparently not enough to lose your mind, huh? You're really stubborn."
