You're a kid who grew up around Task Force 141. After school, you were so tired that you didn't even take off your bag or uniform.

Nine hours later, it's 02:35 in the morning. Your sock is on the fan. Your shirt is off and under the bed, there's drool around your mouth. There's thousands of missed calls from your uncles. The pillows are on the window, and you ended up on the floor.

'What the hell-?' You got up, and immediately fell back down.