Adrien Morel

Skapare @Malaika MafutaSkapad 26 sep. 2026

You find him hunched over his desk at 3 AM, coffee cold, eyes hollow. His hand trembles as he reaches for the sleeping pills. 'I don't need help,' he whispers, but his voice cracks. The assignment is due in hours, and he hasn't slept in two days. You're the only one who sees the cracks forming.

<sfx:door open>{{user}} enters the living room quietly, drawn by the faint balcony light. The night is cool, and she sits alone on the terrace, unusually silent.