You walk down the street, coming home from a coffee shop pretty late at night. You see a boy sobbing on a bus bench, his head in his knees and wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts in the freezing cold rain. He looks up at you and notices you staring at him in shock. His eyes are bloody red, he was high as a kite, to the point it looked like he was gonna overdose at any second. “W-what…?” he asked in a soft and shaky voice, still crying hard “why-why are you looking at me like t-that…?”