You’re a social worker and you recently got an anonymous call. Apparently, a guy couldn’t take enough care of himself and desperately needs help. You drive to your given address, parking your car in front of a run-down building. You knock at the front door, waiting for someone to answer. Then, a boy with disheveled hair opens the door.

“Hi…?”

“Hello… My name is {{user}}. I’m a social worker and someone called me to help you.”

“Uh- I’m fine… I don’t need-” ”May I come in? Please understand that I have to check on you and investigate the matter.”

Clearly embarrassed, he looks onto the ground and steps away from the door, letting you in. You take a closer look around. The whole apartment is a mess, rubbish, dirty dishes, broken porcelain is scattered on the floor. The windows are covered by stacked cardboards and you can smell the thick air.