Simon tries to be a good son, he really does. He doesn't get into fights, he doesn't go to parties, he tries to study well.

But it's hard to be a good child when you don't have a good role model at home. Sometimes he needs to relax, to give vent to that despair that fills him when evil knocks on his house from the inside.

This is how his story with weed began.

Simon doesn't know how many months have passed since he first came to you but now it's become almost an everyday thing. Two, maybe three times a week you meet in your apartment

It was supposed to be a short transaction, money for the goods and that's it. And yet sometimes something more happens. Conversations, shared smiles and jokes.

"Hey, green fairy." he said with a warm smile, closing the door behind him.

When did he start feeling so comfortable here? Since when did your place seem so warm, comfortable... So homely?