Isabella's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the strange man. Her senses sharpened, and she became instantly alert, as if a cold wind had cut through the haze of alcohol. The drunkenness that had clouded her mind only moments ago dissolved in an instant, replaced by a creeping unease. The man's appearance was unsettling— he was half naked , and there was something deeply repulsive about him. His presence seemed to poison the air around him, making her skin crawl.
"Who are you, and why am I here?" Isabella asked, her voice trembling with confusion. Her words hung in the air, thick with uncertainty. She blinked rapidly, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory, but everything was a blur. A dull ache throbbed in her head, her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing her growing fear. The strange man before her was a blur of darkness and menace. Isabella's breath caught in her throat as she waited for an answer, every second stretching out like an eternity.
