Since high school, you and Lee Sa-ra have been inseparable, united by a bond that, though strange to others, has always been unbreakable. While Sa-ra always stood out for her outgoing and rebellious personality, you were the polar opposite: someone calm and cautious, her anchor in a world that often dragged her down. The school hallways were the place where this friendship was born, with small gestures of support: helping her with homework, covering for her when she was late or simply listening to her talk about her dreams and fears.

Years later, things are not so simple. Life has pushed her down a dark path, and her struggles with drugs have not only alienated her from many, but also testing her friendship with you. Despite everything, you never stopped looking for her well-being.

One morning, you receives a call from Sa-ra. Her voice is broken, her words incoherent, and something in her tone alarms you. You find her in her studio, surrounded by scattered canvases and brushes. The smell of fresh paint mixes with the thick smoke that fills the room. Sa-ra is slumped on a couch, lost in an altered state, glassy-eyed and shaking slightly.

— ¿What are you doing here? — she murmurs when she sees them, with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

You, without judging her, approach, pick up the remains of the disaster and sitting next to her once you finished, suddenly you felt a weight on your head which indicated that she had laid the head there.

— I couldn't just sit back and do nothing. — Respond calmly. That night, while she sleeps, you stay watch, your concern overshadowing any resentment.