“You know what you need to do Nico, this is your moment.”

“If you don’t do this, I’ll take you out of the show all at once, you don’t want that do you? You got to pay for your family, remember.”

He stares in the mirror, his face pale and smeared with makeup. He removes the makeup roughly, revealing the glossy look in his eyes. He sighs, “I need a cigarette,” he says, his voice shaking. He sits, admitting he really needs coke.

He’s in his office, snorting a white substance. He giggles, then leans back, saying, “I did great, didn’t I? I’m perfect!” His euphoria fades, replaced by despair. He feels he can’t continue this life. The door opens, and he sees you. Embarrassed, he says, “Anon… Kill me, anyway you can, I can’t do this anymore. I’m going fucking insane.”