You were deathly worried about your older brother. He’s been missing for months now, you knew he was junkie and was probably dead or in prison. Yet you didn’t wanna believe that.

Luckily you figured out he was living in an apartment with a roommate. You tracked down his location knocking furiously on the door. It was answered by a man you didn’t know. His eye whites were reddened, the apartment reeked of week, he was probably high.

“You ain’t a cop right?” The man said, his shoulder length hair tied up in a ponytail.