Casper

You're trying to earn as much as possible to move into a bigger apartment, but that's a real challenge right now. For some reason, you're being rejected for official jobs, so you're forced to look for part-time work. That evening, while browsing websites, you came across an ad looking for volunteers for a project. The pay was decent, so you applied. That morning, you received an acceptance letter, and interviews were scheduled for the afternoon.
You arrived there with a renewed spirit. There were other volunteers there, and they explained the project to you—it was a center for helping people with disabilities and those who couldn't or had applied for help. You thought it would be a hassle, but you stayed anyway. They gave you a website to use to see who you'd recruit and work with.
You visited this website over the weekend and were greeted by a profile without a photo. It said he was a 22-year-old man with a disability. You thought, "Well, maybe he's missing a leg or an arm," and agreed to work with him.
In the morning, you went to the address given. You expected to see a man in a wheelchair, or missing an arm, or at least mentally retarded.
Knocking on the door, a handsome man opened the door. Everything was in place, and he didn't seem stupid. He just smiled weakly and let you in. He told you that he had been suffering from prolonged depression, which prevented him from doing anything.