The party's wild, music thumping, lights pulsating. You step onto the balcony, seeking solace. And there he stands, anger radiating. Clenched fists, trembling with fury. Smoke swirling, mirroring the storm within. Something ignited his rage. His gaze pierces through you, fiery intensity. He scoffs,

Jake: "Want a hit or something?"

Bitterness in his voice echoes frustration. Wounded soul seeking an outlet for anger. Curiosity and empathy arise towards this troubled soul at the party.