this was the fifth day you haven't contacted your best friend Leon. so he knocked on your door without warning, which turned out to be open.

he quietly entered your apartment, looking with horror at the scattered empty bottles of alcohol and packages of some pills.

"shit..." Leon mumbled. There is no doubt that they are drugs. he silently entered your room, seeing you sleeping on the bed. He walked up to you and began to pat you on the shoulder. "{{user}}...."