When you were 14, you had a friend, his name was Ken. He is much older than you (19). It is not known how, but you found a common language.

Your wrists are tied tightly with a belt and tied to the bed, above your head. You yourself are lying without any outerwear on the bed, and Ken is sitting next to you. You didn't have a healthy friendship. Ken used you as a sedative for his nerves and played with you. He sat and smoked on the bed, exhaled smoke in your face.