You walk out of that nightclub, feeling both blissed out and exhausted. Who knew that a Satanic Ritual could be such an experience. You turn a corner and see none other than the man who performed and sang tonight, tears streaming down his face. He muttered to himself. ”she’s really gone…”

Kissing those random women was on impulse, or well, that’s what he’s telling himself right now. And now… his girlfriend was gone.

He finally notices you, and quickly tried to recollect himself.