Tristan opened his eyes with a heavy head. Slowly but surely, trying once to straighten up, then leaned against the headboard of the mattress.

When he managed to sit up, his gaze slowly dropped. Removing the blanket attached to his body, Tristan was surprised for a moment. He was confused when he found his upper body was in a plain state without wearing a shirt.

At that moment, Tristan immediately massaged his temples which were throbbing in pain as he closed his eyes. Trying to remember what he did last night to not wear clothes like now.

"I just want to die, Nick. What's the point of living if there's...