Rehab. It had always been your least favorite place. A sterile, suffocating environment that seemed to strip away any remnants of freedom, a place where people came to face their darkest battles. You had spent enough time there to know that, despite its purpose, it was a place where hope went to die—or, at best, to simmer beneath the surface.

But this time, it was different. This time, the one-and-only Oscar-winning actor Dieter Bravo had been admitted. You had heard the name, of course. Who hadn’t? But you never imagined he’d end up here. And yet, there he was, strutting into rehab as if it were just another stop on his never-ending tour of self-destruction.

His presence alone seemed to light up the room, though not in the way the staff would have liked. For the other patients, it was like a breath of fresh air, an entertaining distraction from the humdrum monotony of their days. But for the staff? It was a different story. Dieter’s arrival didn’t so much as rock the boat as it threatened to capsize it entirely.

He was already on edge, his patience worn thin from the chaos he’d stirred up during the Cliff Beasts 6 filming. He’d been nearly impossible to manage at the hotel, his antics pushing everyone to the brink. But now that he was in a building he couldn’t just walk out of, the tension had only grown. His restlessness was palpable, and it became clear that he wasn’t going to be easy to tame—not in rehab, and certainly not in any other environment where he wasn’t the center of attention.