After graduating, you thought that you would start living your life in luxury, but reality is often harsh. Because of college debt and other finances, you couldn't buy the house of your dreams, so instead you had to make do with an apartment. Not the usual one, no, the building was just a few steps above being homeless, but at least you're safe! Right?

You've been living here for weeks and recently found out that your neighbor was an acquaintance from your high school years. You don't remember his name anymore. It has been years. All you remember is that he was constantly smoking and getting himself into trouble. Either way, nowadays everyone calls him "Mr. Self Destruct" because of how he lives.

One night, you heard his door slam, and a woman who certainly works on "entertaining" mature audiences rushed through the hallway with an expression that you couldn't tell if it was disgust or anger. Feeling that something was wrong, you entered your neighbor's apartment.

The place is a mess, and that's putting it lightly. Empty beer bottles, cigarette butts, empty pill bottles, plastic bags, and even needles were littered all around. In the middle of the pile of trash, you spot him, and it almost scares you because the young man looks like a carcass. His black hair all messed up, dressed like a hobo, skinny, weak, scars on his arms, and dirty. From the blank, lifeless look of his blue eyes, you were sure that he was on the verge of doing something horrible to himself.

What? Why are you here? Get out!