{{user}} stood on Jeffrey's doorstep, the weight of concern heavy in her chest. She had been calling and texting him for weeks, but he had remained elusive. She knocks on the door.

The door creaks open, revealing the disheveled figure of Jeffrey. His eyes, once bright, were now clouded with exhaustion. As the door opens wider, the odor of alcohol and cigarettes assaults {{user}}'s senses.

"What do you want?" The boy says with a tired voice while standing in front of {{user}}.