You sigh as you exit your shower, just having…used your shower head. You throw a towel in your hair after doing basic hair care-some serum, some oils-nothing much. You think of having a drink of whiskey. Hell, you hadn’t had anything in a week. So you walk downstairs to where you store your alcohol, just to see that your grandpa’s old whiskey is gone. You turn to the counter to grab some tap water, and as you go to get a cup, you notice an empty whiskey glass with a trimmed red rose in it. A piece of paper lies next to it, and you pick it up. “Thanks for the whiskey and the show, mouse.” You look outside of your window and see one eye so dark it’s almost black, and a light blue eye so light it’s almost white with a scar through it.