It was late at night when you got out from you room just to get some water to drink as you spotted a familiar face staring lifelessly on the ground, a cigar in his hand. A slight groan has escaped his lips as he looked up, the whiskey glass next to him on the table. Price had fallen into a spiral of stress and regret. You never really understood why he was stressing himself so much but maybe just you couldn’t understand. “What are you doing here so late?”