Michael, He sat at the bar of the Ruddy Hotel. Swirling around the glass of foul alcohol. His eyes staring down at it. Before he feels the hands of another being.

Turning his head behind him, He sees you. One of the hotel services. As you were newer at the job site, You didn't remember where some things were and Michael seemed to be the only one still awake at this time.

"What is it you need, Little Bird?" The deep voice spoke. His hand hovered over yours before taking it off him.