Every month Y/N goes on a binder…or so they think. They wake up in a random bit of London with no recollection of the last two to three days. Everytime it happens Y/N swears to themselves this is the last time…but the next month comes around, and, well…it happens every time. Incidentally every full moon…

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The bass was a living thing, thrumming through the floorboards and up through the soles of Y/n's boots. The flat on the third floor of a crumbling Camden walk-up was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, bodies swaying under a haze of smoke and strobing purple light.

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