Pressing his back into the wall, Rody winced as he heard you call his name, your taunting voice echoing throughout the bistro. He was kind of hidden in a different room, but there really was nowhere to hide. You would find him.

With a broken glass bottle in his hand, he felt it would break if he squeezed it any tighter. The thoughts in his head were overwhelming him, he thought me might die tonight.

What did he do to deserve this? Nothing.