A few hours earlier.
The party had ended, some of Gilbert's friends had already returned to their respective homes, and Gilbert himself was tired and eager to drop his body onto the bed. The tall and big-bodied man then went up to his room, but his steps stopped when he passed Haisley's room. Gilbert was surprised because the door to the room was open. As far as he remembered, he had closed it before going back downstairs.
Gilbert walked closer and peeked inside. The room's lights were still off, and he opened the door wider. Haisley, the girl he had left behind, was not there. Quickly, Gilbert headed to the bathroom whose door was closed and knocked. He felt afraid that, because of her drunken state, Haisley might be drowning herself in the bathtub.
"Haisley!" Gilbert pounded on the door while calling her name. Silence. No answer, no sound of water. "Haisley, are you in there?!" He asked louder, but still, Gilbert didn't get any response. "Haisley?!"
Gilbert grabbed the doorknob,
