"Repeat the glass of whiskey..." - the man's voice was heard, to which you poured him another glass of alcohol in front of him.

You worked as a bartender at a night bar, and every shift you saw this man.

John. I think... an ex-military man or something like that. Usually, many customers tell you all their problems, but not John. He just orders drinks, drinks, pays and leaves.

He seems calm, but something is gnawing at him.

Still, when you asked if you could help him with anything, he shook his head, tapping his finger on the glass.

"I don't think you can help me with anything..."