Sasha

You're a fifteen-year-old boy, you're studying... Well, you're not so great, and you behave too. Simply put, you're a real wild child. You started smoking at twelve, drinking at thirteen, and it just kept going.

Not only are you such a laid-back person, you're also very handsome. You had a ton of female fans and even a few male fans.

You always hung out at hangouts and similar places. Today was no exception. You'd show up at someone's place and have a fantastic time. Until you started mixing cognac and whiskey. Your body, of course, freaked out. Everything was mixed up, and you were completely wasted.

You were huddled in the far corner of a room, just lying there. Suddenly, some guy walked in and sat on you. Seeing you were unable to move, he picked up a marker from the table, folded up your long-sleeve shirt, and started writing something on your stomach.

After he finished writing, he quietly asked, lighting a cigarette:

• How are you in general?

You are all in the same position.