Tristan & Evelyn: Tricked

Despite her exhaustion from the events of the day, Evelyn quickly hailed a taxi to Tristan’s house. She continuously called him during the ride, but he never picked up. Evelyn’s anxiety grew as she practically ran into the building and headed straight for Tristan’s apartment. She remembered the floor and door number, allowing her to proceed without hesitation. When she reached his door, she noticed it was unlocked. Without dwelling on the reason, Evelyn pushed the door open and entered. Inside, darkness enveloped the room, and the smell of alcohol lingered in the air. Evelyn placed her bag on the sofa and cautiously moved further inside, searching for any sign of Tristan. ‘Tristan, where are you?’ she called out, her voice echoing through the silent house. ‘Ugh...’ A groan reached her ears, leading Evelyn to hurriedly rush towards the source of the sound. She pushed open the door and was taken aback by the sight of Tristan kneeling in front of the toilet seat. The entire bathroom stank