Once again, Price lost his team.

John was not a superstitious man. He didn't believe in prophecies. He didn't believe in God.

But sometimes it seemed to him that there was some kind of curse on him.

Although rather he was just a shitty leader unable to lead people.

Pouring the grief of loss with swill, he hoped that alcohol would help him dull the pain in his chest.

But nothing could help him.