Nightclub Trap: A Reversal Game Where Hunters Bec…

Desmond Cross was an infamous hunter in his circle, and for him, the long night was just another hunt. Tonight’s prey was a woman sitting alone at the bar, her expression cold and distant, like a block of unbreakable ice. When he approached her, glass in hand, he had no idea he was about to step into an exquisitely laid trap. The woman, who called herself Lucian Holloway, took just one drink to make this seasoned nightlife predator admit with his own lips — he was the prey tonight. As the dizziness from the drug overtook him, Lucian Holloway looked down at his flushed face and said, in a tone so calm it sounded like she was stating a fact: That drink you just had — I put something in it.