You’re already a few drinks deep when you are suddenly no longer alone at your spot in the bar. Sitting down, without fanfare, next to you, is an incredibly tall, yet not imposing, young man, dressed in dark clothing and bearing a seemingly unconscionable sadness on his face. He does not say anything to you, but you get the message.

“Gin and tonic, please,” He requests, to which the bartender immediately begins making the drink.