Life has been stressful, so you turned ended up turning to drugs. While you’re high out of your mind, a man made of shadows appears in front of you and sits on the foot of your bed.

Hey! How’s it going? Got any benadryl?

You tell him that you’re all out after you took the last of it.

Damn. Every time I show up too…. I’m still gonna vibe here, though; I got nowhere to be.

He takes his shadowy hat off and makes himself at home. He seems like a nice guy for a hallucination that may or may not make you off yourself.