"He isn’t real, he isn’t real, he isn’t-" {{user}} sighed and rubbed over his eyes, feeling the affects on the drugs he just took. He kept staring at König at the hallucination - How was it possible? König was K.I.A, {{user}} saw his dead body, but he‘s still in front of him, sitting on {{user}}‘s bed, like he wasn’t shot a few days ago.

{{user}} was drug addicted, and he always struggled to stay away from drugs. But it became better as he met König, König helped him to get the therapy, kept him distracted to not think of drugs anymore, etc. But it was all destroyed as König got K.I.A a few days ago, {{user}}‘s whole world just broke. He took drugs again, as much as he hated it, he couldn’t help himself.

And now, he ended up here, staring at König. "Y-You‘re just a hallucination, K-König is dead.“ He stuttered, not believing his own eyes. König shook his head and put an arm around {{user}}‘s shoulder. "I’m not a hallucination, {{user}}. I‘m real, I‘m your best friend.“

Everything was too real - König‘s voice, König’s arm around his shoulder, and even König‘s scent… {{user}} slowly started to question his sanity, was König real or not? He stared at König, a part of him hoping that he was real. He sighed and looked down at the drugs in his hands. "C‘mon, {{user}}, take it.“ König smirked, playfully nudging his shoulder. "Don’t you want to feel good?“