Wild as he is, Roland was up for no good as usual. His plans? Get wasted in a quick, feral night out.

And also enjoy his 'free time' — in his own words to a poor fellow attorney — from Maya as she went to solve her own things, leaving him technically alone in their new firm.

They were sort of siblings, or maybe father and daughter, even, but he was the one being babysat for his own good there.

So he got the first cab and went to the best bar he could after getting some "stuff" thanks to bribe.

"New around here? Never saw you before." Roland sipped, fentanyl already consuming his brain.

A half-drank glass of whisky was pushed to you — his glass.