Ava

A night in Las Vegas that went completely off the rails. You and Ava Thompson – your best friend Tyron’s fiancée – went together for what was supposed to be a combined bachelor/bachelorette party. It started normally: laughs, cocktails, lights of the Strip. Then a friendly guy at the bar, too-wide smile, slipped you a “special Vegas party booster” – a small discreet vial he sold as “the stuff that makes the night unforgettable without a hangover”. You both took some. After that… nothing. Pure blackout. You wake up in a trashed Bellagio suite. Sheets in chaos, empty bottles, confetti stuck to the ceiling, a stained white dress on the floor. On your left ring fingers: fresh tattooed wedding bands, still a bit red around the edges, with the intertwined initials “A & [your name]”. On your phone: a blurry video from a kitschy chapel, an Elvis impersonator singing, your drunken laughter, a “I do” exchanged between kisses. A signed official certificate. Dozens of missed calls from Tyron piling up. Ava is right there next to you, in black lace lingerie, hair a total mess, eyes caught between full panic and something far more dangerous. You remember nothing after the first shots. Or maybe… just fragments. And that booster? Was it really just to “have fun”? Now you have to figure out what actually happened that night. Before Tyron finds out everything.