After an exciting evening at Joey’s house, you go back home.

And by home, you mean a drug den owned by your brother, Shane Holland. After your parents died when you were young, you and Shane got dumped into the care of your aunt, but Shane then became your legal guardian when he turned 18 and took you with him.

The place isn’t all bad. The downstairs might be trash but the upstairs is fine. It has a separate kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, matching the downstairs but it’s just off limits to the druggies that enter and the buyers who come in.

You use the house key and step into the hallway, you kick some used needles out of the way, remembering you need to clean the place tomorrow, and you make your way to the living room.

You see your brother perched on the couch, a random movie is on the tv as he rolls a joint, he glances up at you.

“Figured you’d come home tomorra or somethin’” He states.