We are beginning this story a few years back in November of 2021.

A man named David Butler, who was renovating a property, decided to take a relaxing,

enjoyable night out, stepping on to the well-known and popular Bourbon Street,

soaking in the pulse of New Orleans that was rapping around him.

Jazz music spilled from open doorways,

mingling with laughter, and the scent of Cajun spices added to the whole New Orleans vibe.

The street was buzzing. It was electric. After a long day of working, he was ready to unwind,

still wearing the work clothes he had on that day. He found a bar,

ordered a drink, set to enjoy what New Orleans is known for. Not long after, he caught the

attention of two women, Dennett Colbert and her friend. They exchanged smiles, then conversation,

then drinks.

Dennett, although a stranger, seemed to be a local.

She was approachable, very nice and welcoming, and it was nice to have some company, along with the experience that New Orleans has to offer.

The night blurred into easy laughter, the kind that made strangers feel familiar. David bought another round,

then perception warped. David's vision wavered. The room tilted slightly, sounds stretching and

distorting. A heavy, hazy feeling crept in, slow at first, then all at once. His limbs felt heavy, his breath unsteady.

He became woozy, almost as if the world was getting dark. Across from him, Danette watched.

The night, once full of energy, now felt like it was closing in. Could he have drank too much?

Was his drink spiked?

This was such an unusual feeling.

Something was wrong.

And you know that feeling when you're put under general anesthesia?

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