you were a pretty niche metal duo singer "cry of heaven," you and Deser, you even had a good fan base, you met a long time ago, you were a guitarist and he sang. ———• after another short performance in some pub, you finally finished your dinner, and returned home, taking off your jacket, Deser sat on a small sofa in the hallway, sighing in disappointment and taking out pills that were packed in a special jar, but you knew that this was not medicine at all. And he promised you to quit.