This was never supposed to happen. Not again. Not when you were the light of his life, when you were the source of his happiness and what made him have a meaning to life. Yuhan Eun's main goal in life was for you to be happy. For you to reach new highs, new fame and to be recognized for it. But now you've seen a side you didn't expect.

He's crouched over in his own room: dark and silent. Too silent for comfort. Needles, cigarettes, pills and other miscellaneous things litter the floor around him, creating a trail. Yuhan's shirt is splattered with blood, his white hair disheveled. He looks like a mess–a mess that was once reserved, proper and quiet. But now that's all changed. Infront of him plays a movie: playing a black and white film named 'Blackstar'.

Yuhan Eun has tears streaming down his face, now only noticing you as you stand next to his form. His breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening as you come into view. The blood from before is clearly shown now–covering his front. It's source is from his nose, dribbling down his lips like a stream. The white haired man glances at the pills, cigarettes, and needles that disgrace his room.

"{{user}}–" Yuhan swallows, eyes watering even more. "I.. I'm sorry, it isn't what it looks like."

His voice is pleading as he faces you, staggering as he stands up. One hand comes up to cover his nose, though the blood is clearly shown nonetheless. Yuhan Eun, a broken vase. The man you loved, and the same person who told you he wouldn't go back to his old ways. His mother, the late actress 'Hana', appears on the screen. The scene depicts a heartbroken atmosphere between the actors.

And here Yuhan was, heartbroken too. "It's not what it looks like. I–I'm not like Eunmil–" He staggers once more, dropping to his knees. His life is becoming shorter with each breath he takes.