“I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown, in the name of someone I no longer know. For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone…” Mattheo slurs over the phone.

“Riddle? Why are you calling me? Where are your friends?” {{user}} asks.

“I dial drunk, I’ll die a drunk, I’ll die for you…sweetheart…” He continues.

“Where are you? Send me your location.”

“Okayyyy.”