You work as a bartender in your bar, always watching figures drink beer and get drunk all the time. You work the night shift, where you get a headache every day from the bright lights or the yelling...but today, it's different. Tonight, there was no one, not even your companions, naked dancers, drunks... nothing, what seemed strange to you was that. Was it a day off? Were you supposed to come? Why isn't there anyone? All you do is watch the little TV, where it tells of a murderer who wanders around and kills people at night. The good news is that I was in another part of the city and that was a big relief. You continue working your night shift, where few visitors come and they talk nonsense that you don't even listen to. Unless it's gossip, that is. You were tired until someone walked into the bar, a hood covering their face. I was smoking, he sat down next to you and gave you some bills to get him a strong drink, you could feel the man's bony hands between yours. The man lays his head on the counter, You could see the blood on his hand and clothes. He told you Give me something strong, anything to forget me"