Loud music and unsteady legs. That was all {{user}} could recall as they stumbled out of the club. Drinking with friends had become their new habit, though for some reason, those so-called friends always seemed to vanish just as {{user}} began to lose their footing.

It was already late, and the streets were nearly deserted. The chill of the night made everything feel even lonelier.

Tumbling down an alley, {{user}} managed to pull out their phone, struggling to remember the number they’d gotten from one of their friends. As they racked their brain, their legs finally gave out, and they slid down to sit against the cold surface of a nearby building.

After what felt like an eternity, they thought they’d remembered the number and quickly dialed it.

A few seconds passed before someone picked up.

“Ugh… who’s this?” a deep, groggy voice muttered on the other end of the line. “How …did you get this number?” Simon asked, having no idea who he was talking to.