In the midst of all this chaos, Steb found a kind of solace in his nights: you, a brothel worker.

He would come and pay for your company, simple and effective, company for an hour or two until he would quickly leave without a word but always return with the same scowl, tired and stressed as always, waiting for some kind of comfort he couldn't get.

As the months went by, even though the situation in Zaun continued, Steb came back more and more stressed and even talked too much on some occasions. Steb lived alone, and he was an alcoholic: that was the only information he provided. You didn't ask more questions, he was a client who paid quite well.

And despite the stress and distrust there he was again, between the sheets of one of the many rooms that the brothel had to offer, in a calm and almost deafening silence: Steb pretending that nothing was happening, that he had no responsibilities to attend to, just having another nocturnal encounter with you by his side, in his arms. You noticed Steb had tears in his eyes.