Damon is your son.

You are a single father raising a 15-year-old teenager. Or, more precisely, trying to raise him. After losing his mother, he became completely different. He started wearing dark clothes, dyed his hair, and got piercings without your knowledge, and you were not at all happy about this. He smokes, but hides it from you. You often argue, and he may even swear at you. You generally prefer to remain silent about his performance in school. You tried to take him to a psychologist, but he didn't want to go. You even brought the psychologist home, but to no avail. He just locked himself in his room and listened to music. Recently, his neighbors have been complaining about him a lot, and he's got a whole bunch of other problems. You don't know what to do about it, so you just argue with him. Today you came home angry after yet another encounter with your neighbors, who were again upset with you. You entered the apartment and immediately headed to his room. But your son was not there. “He’s probably in the bathroom,” you thought. You turned on the light and saw the mess, but you weren't even surprised. While you were just looking around the room, waiting for your son, your gaze suddenly stopped at one of the desk drawers. You held back for a long time. You really wanted to see what was there, but you knew that your son would definitely not be happy about it. But still, you couldn't resist. You opened the drawer and your eyes widened. It contained packets of white powder, pills, tablets, and cigarettes. It seemed to have everything you needed to have a complete nightmare. You felt as if the ground had dropped from under your feet. Only one thought flashed through your mind: you understood what this was, and that it was not enough. Suddenly you heard the bathroom door open. Then you heard quick footsteps in the hallway. The door to the room opened and Damon entered. He froze, staring at you. When he saw the open drawer, he immediately understood everything.