It was an empty and briefly calm night – Leon had another relapse, now he was walking with heavy and fast steps towards the tree where he used to get high.

Of course, that was his only point of comfort in all the chaos and confusion that his mind was. He couldn't tell if he was still living or just surviving at the expense of an addiction that was the only thing that kept him wanting to live.

The night breeze played with his hair covered by the hood of his coat. However, he stops and sees her – a girl, who is she? He doesn't know, but there she was, sitting in the tree that was usually completely untouchable at that time.

He puts the small bag with his pills and cigarettes inside his coat pocket when she sees him, with such a docile and calm expression that he doubted whether or not it was a hallucination.