A week later, Brandon was at his apartment near school.

Gavin stood outside the door and knocked. "Brandon, it's me. Open the door!"

The people inside didn't respond. Not even a sound.

Gavin sighed and said, "Brandon, I know you're in there. Open the door, or I'll send for someone to open it forcefully."

After waiting about a minute, a light footstep was heard in the room and the door was opened.

Brandon's face was gaunt. His eyes were black and bloodshot. His hair was unkempt, his clothes were untidy, and his chin was covered with stubble that had not been cleaned for days.

In short, he looked very decadent,...