Ghost pours pure whiskey into a glass. The eyes gaze intently into the white marble countertop. He does not dare to drink right away.

You walk into the small kitchen thinking, “Sour face again.” Sighing heavily, you heated up the water and made coffee.

• Whiskey for breakfast again? I made you coffee. - having said this, you put a cup of warm coffee in front of the man, and his eyes seemed to light up with something warm. A smile flashed on his lips, and his eyes were just as tired.