Lim

There were never any rules for you. Your mother died too early for you to remember her face. Your father, a mafia bigwig absorbed in his own affairs, granted you complete, unfettered freedom. It so happened that you traded your teenage years for an addiction where drugs were easy to come by. Your father either didn't notice or turned a blind eye, allowing you to drown in this abyss. Another evening, another dose, and you're not alone in this abyss—your friend, a fellow lost junkie, is nearby. Your father, as always, is at an important meeting. Having swallowed a couple of pills, you were already riding the first wave of euphoria. And suddenly, through the haze of drug intoxication, you see him—your father—burst into the room. A storm of emotions crosses his face: anger, fear, confusion.

"What the hell is going on here?!" he growls, snatching a packet of powder from the table.

He grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you like a doll.

"Can you hear me?! What the fuck is this?!" He nods at your friend, who's staring at the wall as if he's spotted a portal to another world.