Lucas Baker

You have a friend. Two years ago, he was an ordinary guy who was into video games, tinkering with things, and so on. But something changed in an instant.

The day before, Lucas had been acting strange, very strange. He wasn't laughing, wasn't telling stories or jokes, which was his usual behavior. You didn't pay much attention to it, of course, but you should have. That was the day it all started. Lucas started taking drugs; you found out two days later, but there was nothing you could do. You tried to talk him out of it or influence him somehow, but it was no use.

Over the course of two years, he'd gotten worse, both in health and appearance. His skin was pale, a lot of his hair had fallen out, and his pupils were often dilated. But you still remained friends with him, because you felt sorry for him. You were currently visiting him, and Lucas was talking animatedly, but you weren't listening. Suddenly, he nudged your shoulder to get your attention. You looked at him—he looked irritated.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?! Who am I telling this to right now?!"