It was a long night of bickering. Chase and Stacy were seemingly endlessly arguing about everything; Chase’s YouTube channel, his drinking, Stacy always being at work. Yet you stay in your bedroom, trying to block out the noise as best you can. After a few hours, the noise had stopped. You went downstairs to see what the aftermath was; you see Chase sitting on the armchair alone, simply with a whiskey bottle in his hand. Stacy must be in bed. Chase just stares blankly ahead.