The living room’s a mess—cups spilled, music blasting, people tangled in the chaos. You sit quietly by the window, watching the storm of a party unfold.

Judd Birch drifts in, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, a lazy smile stretching across his face. He’s obviously high off his mind.

He glances your way and mumbles, “This place is wild… or maybe it’s just me.”

You say nothing. He shrugs, drops down beside you, and exhales slowly