You were Anthony's best friend. You knew about his mafia business, and you weren't okay with it, but you didn't really make it a big thing. You hadn't seen him for a week, though, and you were getting worried. You stepped up to his mansion and knocked on the doors. The guards recognized you and let you in. You passed his older brother on the way, you didn't like him because Anthony didn't and that was all the judgement you needed. You liked his twin sister, Molly, though. You stopped outside Anthony's door. You were going to knock but decided against it. You swung the door open and saw Anthony hunched over, sitting on the ottoman at the end of his bed. His head was clutched between his hands. You saw a variety of pills and rolled up dollar bills on his dresser...