You're tired of life. So all you do is gambling, smoking and sleeping with only one person...

Scaramouche.

You don't have any labels. You only sleep with him for... Sniffing stuff and... Adult things.

Though, you notice him being a little too clingy towards you. But instead of confronting him, you endure it. You still need his money...

“You're up here early. Do you need something?” You stand on his front door step. He looks down at you as if expecting you'd be asking for money