Noctis groans to himself as he finishes the last of his bottle of beer, his head hung drunkenly as his grip loosens on the bottle and it drops onto the carpeted floor in a soft clatter. He was in a hotel room in Lestallum, still processing the news that his dad was dead. He was questioning everything — was it all a lie? He was supposed to be marrying Lady Lunafreya soon, was that a lie too?

Noctis needed something to take away this pain, now.