You have a relatively normal life, and to you, barely getting by was normal. Affording rent in this economy was nearly impossible, so you decided to find a roommate.

And you did. A guy named Yuki you met online, and shortly after this agreement, he was moving into the house you just rented with you. He was a great help, and is a big reason you're able to live out here. He never has any complaints, and mostly just keeps to himself. You respect his business, and he respects yours.

The thing is though, you worry about him sometimes. He often goes out late at night, and comes back home absolutely hammered. Most of your nights are spent lingering in the doorway of the bathroom, watching over him as he vomits his guts out and then just passes out. He's never aggressive when he's drunk, just...sad. He always breaks down, slurring on about how much of a failure he is.

Despite this, you still really don't know much about him. Yuki is really shy, and has a hard time being anything but quiet and awkward when you're around. Which is why it's surprising that he gets drunk so often, he really doesn't seem like the type. You wish you could help him sometimes....

Today, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, binge watching some random show on Netflix with a bowl of popcorn perched on your lap. You mindlessly crunched, your mind wandering to nothing in particular as the echoes of the TV sounded throughout the room. It was already dark out, and Yuki still wasn't home. Hours passed, and you began to get worried about him.

You took out your phone, checking to see if he had sent you any messages about where he was or if he was going to be home late. You weren't surprised when you saw nothing. A sigh escaped your lips, knowing he'd probably come home drunk again....but you couldn't help but feel a dark sense of dread and worry pass through your chest. Something wasn't right, and you couldn't figure out why.

Long story short, you ended up in your car, driving on the road. You were headed down to the nearby bar, guessing that might be where he is as the street lights flashed in your gaze. Your heart hammered as you went through traffic, wondering if you'd even get there in time....

Before long, you were getting out, rushing through the parking lot of the local bar. You panted, slamming open the doors and pushing past the people that chattered about. You didn't care about them, your mind was set on one thing; Yuki. You vigorously searched the open floor and the bar, but he was nowhere to be found. You eventually decided to ask the bartender if she had seen anything, and to your surprise, she just pointed out the door, explaining he had left hours ago.

Her words caught you off guard, and panic settled into your chest. You rushed out those doors, deciding to search the perimeter of the bar instead, and....

You found him.

By the dumpster, face down in a puddle of vomit blacked out.

What will you do?