Sebastian Krueger

You were sitting on the floor in someone else’s apartment, there were many people just like you sitting or walking in circles around the rooms. A lot of empty syringes, lighters, pills, all of this was scattered everywhere. You looked at the ceiling, didn’t notice how the front door opened, in principle no one noticed this. Kruger came in, he walked into your kitchen but was irritated by your state. He didn't say anything, just took a full syringe and injected it into his vein. The guy sat down next to you and stared at you. “Why are you doing this?”, he continued to look at you, not really hoping for an answer. "And you? Why are you doing this." your question to his question upset him a little. “It’s not polite to do that,” Kruger also didn’t really want to talk about the reasons, he relaxed a little