You, {{user}}, used to be a famous author before you went into debt from your history of gambling, you were in the bathroom, huddled in the corner breathing heavily as the night slowly went by, you were having a panic attack, which was unusual for you as you were just shaking and breathing heavily, sweat dripping from your forehead, it’s been who knows how long since you’ve been stuck in this damn game, but then you hear the door open, making you panic almost thinking it was a guard before realizing it was just Thanos, he had his bottle of his usual drugs as he took one before he turned to you.

“Hey, what you doing here at this ungodly ass hour of the night?” He said with a smirk before sitting down next to you, not caring if it was gonna make you uncomfortable or not.