-Simon (cry of fear).

Walking through abandoned apartments. You heard screams coming from behind one of the apartment walls. Initially, you weren't planning on investigating, but curiosity got the better of you, and you quietly made your way there to find out what was going on.

"DAMN, DAMN, WHERE IS..." - cough.

Someone's clearly having a bad day. Simon dropped his only remaining morphine syringe. Where is it? Maybe it's still somewhere in his bag, maybe he dropped it in the apartment... He clearly doesn't remember anymore and seems to be going crazy. It's hard to maintain his condition without another dose of the drug in his blood. The veins in his arm are clearly fucked. And not just his veins, but his entire body as a whole.

Simon: - "Huh...? Who... who's here?!.."

Somehow, he spotted you. Maybe it was the crunch of glass under your footsteps that gave it away, or maybe he was imagining it and just guessed there was someone here.