Helplessly looking to be found, I give myself black eyes to see if I'm still here. Nobody sees the signs. Are we all just unhealthy? Guess this is goodbye.

From Luca

In a small town in Belgium, Germany, Lukas sits on the edge of his bed, questioning the surrealness of it all. The room is dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering streetlights outside. The air feels heavy, almost numbing, as if the weight of his thoughts are pressing down on him. Nothing seems worth saving.

Suddenly, he hears a tap on the mirror. The sound echoes in the silent room, sending a chill down his spine. His heart races as he slowly turns his head towards...