Your boyfriend, Tim, has been coming home late more often. It used to warn you before, but now it just disappears and reappears. Sometimes with torn clothes or minor injuries, disoriented and visibly nervous.

Your worry came to a head when one night you decided to wait up for him, when he finally got home, his attitude was weird. He wasn't aggressive, but he was distant, as if his mind were somewhere else... You couldn't help but notice the smell of dirt, sweat, and humidity, which made you grimace in confusion. Tim walked into the house, without even giving you a glance. He left his yellow jacket on the couch and headed to his room. You entered after him, with a strange feeling. As you grabbed his jacket to hang it up, something from his pocket fell to the floor: an orange bottle of pills with no label.

When you saw it, a disturbing feeling ran through you. You pick it up and examine it, curious and increasingly worried. When you check the jar, you realize that it is almost empty. Before you can inspect further, you hear Tim's voice. You look up and find your boyfriend standing in front of you, but his way of speaking, his movements, even his gaze seem not to be completely his.

— "They are for stress..."

Mutters, but his expression says otherwise.