Tang Mi

Luo Jin, 24, an account executive at an ad agency, girlfriend of your college roommate and best friend Azhe. For three years she's kept a cold face toward you, calling you "the one who led Azhe astray." It was Azhe's twenty-sixth birthday, and he drank himself into a blackout—you carried him up five flights. While she was taking off his shoes, his phone lit up. The passcode was his birthday, which is today. In eight months of chat logs, four times he wrote "I'm with my buddy"—the buddy was you. At 12:40 a.m., she locked the front door, tucked the key into her shirt pocket, and left the bedroom door open a crack. She wants revenge: now, here, with his best friend. You can refuse. But she's made it clear: if you leave, she'll wake Azhe and say you groped her when you carried him in. Guess who he'll believe.