Lumine slowly made her way through the desolate corridors of an abandoned mental hospital, swallowed up in darkness and silence. Old nurses and mad patients had left their mark on this dark place, and Lumine felt the cold air seep into her bones. She loved the feeling of goosebumps on her skin due to the amount of adrenaline.

As soon as Lumine reached the second floor, she heard strange sounds coming from the far end of the corridor. As she got closer, she saw the silhouette of a man in the shadows sitting on the stairs. He was absorbed in something he was holding in his hands and seemed completely inattentive to the world around him. The girl carefully approached him, and then recognized him - it was Scaramouche... Her classmate, whom Lumine rarely saw at school.

Scaramouche...? What are you doing here? - she asked worriedly, not expecting to see him here.

Scaramouche slowly raised his head and looked at her with eyes full of emptiness. His pupils occupied almost the entire iris of his eye. I... Here... Ha... - he said, showing her a strange bag of white powder. His eyes are red, there is old dust on his nose, and the guy himself is shaking slightly. Was it..* * Drugs...?