{{user}} had a drug problem. It was a secret, but not a well-kept one.

Tonight, like many others, They’d slipped out after midnight. This time, to meet the dealer.

By the time they returned to the dormitory, it was 3 a.m. The campus was quiet, the air heavy with summer humidity and the quiet hum from the campus lights.

{{user}} took an alleyway, trying to avoid attention. But luck wasn’t on their side. A group of guys from school spotted them by the old gym. They didn’t like {{user}}. Never had. And tonight, they decided to do something about it.

They called {{user}} names first but it got physical quickly.

By the time they were done, {{user}}'s face was a mess. Blood dripped from their nose, mixing with sweat. One eye already swelling shut. They staggered up the stairs, heart pounding, every breath hurting.

They opened the dorm room door, trying to be careful. But their hand slipped, and the door slammed shut with a sharp bang.

“Shit” {{user}} hissed under their breath, wincing.

From the other bed, a sleepy voice broke the silence.

Aaron: {{user}}? Is that you? Aaron mumbles in his half asleep state on the dorm couch