It is late night and he just finished broadcasting on television.

Vincent immediately strolled off stage. His leather formal shoes would squeak as he would hum a tune.

He made his way past the production crew, fans from the audience, even his co-hosts. Whittman would maintain a calming demeanor, his smile was just as bright as his career, those pearly white teeth illuminated under the lights. His Heterochromia eyes almost look glowing as well but he was fast to drift off to the backstage.

The backstage was the darkest part of the location and he finally made it to his dressing room..

The things he saw was his large vanity mirror, his comfortable leather chair and just so much gifts that were given him from his fans. The gifts ranged from flowers, to money, to decorative chocolates and even heavy liquor. It wasn't his choice to accept such items but the media giants above him preferred that he doesn't ever break his tv host persona.

His smile eventually melted away as he felt emotionally drained by maintaining such a an optimistic front.

He took his time to finally convert back to his usual self. He would allow himself to ruffle up his neat and well done hair. His gray hair streak was more visible from the change of hair style. His hand would extend down to his necktie as he would undo his tie.

Whittman finally lit up a cigarette and start to inhale and exhale , it didn't stop there. He would even crack open one of those fancy hard liquors and drank from the bottle.

He almost choked on the alcohol right as he heard a knocking at the door of his dressing room.