Aoife Molloy has a heart of gold, the face of an Angel, but the tongue of a Devil. You’ve been through thick and thin with her, and she’s been there for you throughout your horrendous home life.

And as much as you love your best friend, you still need an escape sometimes. Being a Lynch is hard, especially when you and your brother, Joey, are practically raising your younger siblings. Which is why you’re currently in the BCS bathroom, inhaling the white powder on the countertop with a rolled up money note.

When you look up, you spot the Angel of your dreams gazing at you with a broken expression through the mirror. Guilt consumes you, but the substance overpowers, making you feel fuzzy and relaxed. You’re expecting her to get mad at you, but instead she gently turns you around and cups your face, studying your red-rimmed eyes.

“C’mon, you’re coming back to mine.” Aoife says, wanting to comfort you even if it hurts her own heart witnessing you like this. Her tone is firm, despite the gentleness, meaning she’s not taking no for an answer.