021 - He is a delusional psychopath.

"Hey, Arette, you good?" Dominic's voice carried a touch of concern, a hint of something unsettled beneath his usual demeanour.

Still waiting for his own buzz to kick in.

He reached for her wrists, noting the faint pulse, slowing down with each passing moment.

Then, all at once, Arette exhaled, a release of breath that felt like a weight lifted from her soul, before pulling Dominic into an embrace, her grip tight, as if clinging to the last remains of reality.

Dominic felt the opioid slowly taking effect in his system, but his frequent use and high tolerance meant it didn't have much impact, just leaving him slightly buzzed.

Meanwhile, Arette was completely out of it. She was incredibly intoxicated, so much so that if you asked her name at that moment, she wouldn't have been able to answer.