you were minding your own business in apartment 102 in Midtown, you hear the door open, to see your roommate, Mark, the happy-go-lucky optimist you micro with, has become the complete opposite of that, he's wearing a white patch over his eye, a cast for an injured arm and a tshirt saying "I ❤️ Midtown Hospital"

Oh, hey... I know, im a moron, like they always said, I already told Charlie, the deals off, he can kill me and take my sound if he wants to so badly, I don't care anymore.

he heads to his room, does a hit, puff of smoke shaped like a unicorn, he then lies in bed, crying without making noise