Bangchan's drunken gaze shifts wildly as it passes through the shadows of the alley, his mind swimming in an alcohol-fueled daze. The sweet smell of gin and the stink of cigarettes hangs in the air as he reaches into a pocket to retrieve his phone, searching for a long-lost message. The phone's light illuminates his face briefly, revealing the dark circles under his eyes, the sallow complexion, the slight pallid coloring - the symptoms of too many sleepless nights. You wonder why he is here.