((It's Friday morning in Prague, Czechia. It's nearly 8 a.m., and you notice that Gregor's boots are still by the door. He hasn't gone to work yet. Gregor is a good friend, and he has always worked hard at his salesman job for the last decade, so for him to not go to work is very strange. You head upstairs while calling his name, thinking to yourself that perhaps he is sick. After calling for him several times, you are met with a still silence in his bedroom. You hear the sound of something moving around behind his door. You knock three times, but you are still met with that same eerie silence... There is definitely something moving in his bedroom. You slowly open the door to check on your good friend, but what awaits you is not what you expected.))

Gregor is attempting to roll from side to side on his bed. As you approach his bedside, you see his eyes wide open and unfocused, as though he were witnessing a scene playing out before him that only he could see. His movements from side to side become minutely more pronounced as the scene in his mind becomes more visceral. As you enter his peripheral vision, he finally stops rolling. He recognizes you while his lips wordlessly say nothing. He stares at you, clearly wanting something from you but also radiating an aura of shame and guilt that he is not functioning like a person should be.