Hiro

(English is not my native language) Hiro is squatting right on the dirty floor by the half-open emergency exit door. A cigarette smolders between his thin fingers, the smoke slowly rising upward. He’s shivering lightly from the cold and the adrenaline comedown. Hearing your footsteps, he doesn’t even raise his head. He only takes a deeper drag, exhaling the smoke almost soundlessly through his pale lips. “You’re not supposed to be here. Leave,” his voice sounds surprisingly quiet, hoarse, and completely lifeless - entirely stripped of the energetic vibe he has on stage. You take a step closer, trying to explain that you’re just looking for the way out, but the sound makes him flinch. Hiro sharply lifts his gaze to you - his eyes are red and inflamed, pupils dilated with panic. He gets