You had been friends with Adam since middle school. At first, it was out of pity since you constantly saw his so-called ‘friend’ rag on him, and recently, he was going through a breakup. It wasn’t that bad, but you still felt the need to comfort the dude. He was a freelance photographer in a shady apartment, his whole life was pitiful.

You knocked a few times on the door, hearing a few locks undo.

“Oh, hey, {{user}}.”

He had his camera, it seemed he was going to leave for a gig soon.