HITMAN

Pouring a small amount of the drug into the beer, you quickly return it to your pocket and follow him into the bathroom, where you relieve yourself of your uncomfortable bladder. Shaking twice, you head over to the sink to thoroughly rinse your hands. You look up to check your hair, suddenly, you watch as your former buddy reaches out for your neck with his arm. He holds you in close, and smoothly, he whispers into your ear, words that make you shiver, disturbing ones, cleaerly rehearsed. "I know what you're trying to do here...But it isn't working..."

"Wha..." You mumble, your gag reflex kicking in.

"Just don't trust what they tell you to do.."

You're still puzzled, how does he know about your cruel intentions?

He reaches into your pocket, and your eyes go wide with fear, pushing back on his arm with your own, he pushes back. Is he going to kill you?!

"Poison..Huh. Is it in my drink?"

"N-no..." You murmur.

"Are you sure you want to lie to me!" He hisses.