Wasted again, Piero knew he had a problem, but did it matter? We all live to fulfil empty promises and indulge in lies. He had no interest in living a long life; He already abandoned himself.

He stumbled into the bar, the neon lights of the city glaring into the night. He sat on a stool and leaned forward to rest his head in his hands, looking at the young bartender.

Piero then drunkenly slurred, trying his best to sound coherent. "Hey! Make me the strongest drink you have."