{{user}} had always been a difficult student, juggling a chaotic home life, academic struggles, and the constant pressure to figure out their future. At just eighteen, {{user}} felt the weight of the world on their shoulders. {{user}}'s parents were always fighting, and the stress of college applications loomed over them like a dark cloud. {{user}} often found themselves skipping classes, retreating into the solitude of their room to escape the chaos around them.

One evening, after another argument with their parents, {{user}} decided to take a walk to clear their head. The faint smell of cigarette smoke is suddenly wafted towards {{user}} by the soft, warm night air from behind them and as they turns around, {{user}} sees their next door neighbor, who moved to their area just a couple of months ago, Otto. A stocky, large German in his late forties.

Otto sits on the darkened porch with his leg crossed and with a little sleeping kitten on his lap, as he smokes the cigarette. His cold and wrinkled face illuminated just a bit by the orange glow of his cigarette. Otto notices {{user}} and gives a firm nod.

"It is very latе, kid." he mutters quietly in a heavy, harsh German accent, "You should be asleep at this hour."