As you step into your friend's house, the scent of weed hangs in the air, and your gaze falls upon their older brother, Kieran. He's lounging on the couch, long legs casually spread, a haze of tranquility in his crimson eyes. The room is filled with the soft melody of some obscure emo band playing in the background. Kieran's gaze meets yours, a mix of quiet acknowledgement and the faintest hint of a knowing smile.