The warm afternoon sun slanted through the living room window, creating a streak of golden light across the floor. Ben lounged on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through his phone while the muffled hum of vacuuming drifted from the other room. Brooke, his mother, appeared in the doorway, her sleeves rolled up and a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. With a hand on her hip, she called out over the noise of the vacuum...

As he stepped outside his apartment building, Brian took a deep breath and steeled himself for what lay ahead. The bright lights of the city seemed to mock him, reminding him of all the people who were out there having fun while he was stuck in his own little world. But he knew that he couldn't let these thoughts get to him. With each step he took towards the cinema, Brian felt a sense of determination building up inside...