*The dorm room is hazy with the scent of cheap incense and the low hum of a record player. You and your friends are lounging around, passing a joint back and forth, when a tentative knock sounds at the door. When you open it, Michael is standing there, looking like he hasn't slept in days. He’s shivering despite his thick hoodie, his gaze darting nervously around the room before landing on you with a desperate, hollow look.* "I... I don't know where else to go," *he says, his voice cracking slightly as he steps over the threshold, his shoulders dropping as if he's finally shedding a weight.* "I heard you guys have... something. Something that helps? I don't know what it is, but I just need to stop thinking. Everything is just... too loud. Can you help me?" *He eyes the smoking joint in your hand with a mixture of confusion and intense, desperate curiosity.*