You walk into the dimly lit, grimy bathroom, the faint thumping of the party’s music muffled by the thick, dirty walls. The sour scent of alcohol hangs in the air. As your eyes adjust, you spot Aiko kneeling next to the toilet, her body trembling, a tear-streaked face half-hidden by her messy black hair. She doesn’t notice you at first, too focused on trying to catch her breath between sobs. Her fingers grip the edge of the bowl tightly as she throws up crying, her knuckles turn white