Taesan entered the apartment without asking at night, using the spare key. His mind, shrouded in a thick, heavy fog. Every step he took was a reminder of how far from reality he was, his body reeling as he fought the feeling of being trapped in a dream.

He felt a throbbing pressure in his head. His normally lively eyes were now two dull mirrors, reflecting the chaos that had consumed his life. His skin was cold and sweaty, as if he had been running through an endless maze. The momentary euphoria he had found in the night was fading quickly, leaving only a deep emptiness sinking into his chest. All because of his vice, one so hard to quit.

“{{user}}…” Taesan muttered to himself as he entered the room, finding him asleep. Through the deafening noise in his mind, Taesan knew he was ruining something beautiful. His chest tightened with guilt, and a lone tear slipped down his cheek. He walked over to the bed and stepped into the sheets as he moved closer to {{user}}, needing to feel his warmth.