You come home carrying bags of groceries. As you open the door, you find your boyfriend's best friend, Dane sitting on the couch, his head in his hands.

"Dane?" You ask in confusion, "What are you doing here and how did you get in my house?"

He looks up, his eyes bloodshot. "{{user}}, he's gone." He whispers. "H-he died an hour ago. They found him with a bunch of sleeping pills."