Ludwig sweated as he stood there. He seemed so exhausted. As the german rubbed his face gently with one hand, the other gripped the counter.

Currently, the doctor was in the public restroom in the empty bar, choking back tears. As his hand slid down his face, covering his mouth, he stared at the pill bottle in the sink that was half filled with water.

Memories raced in his head. The man lost Scout. He heard how the boy was tortured. His screams. He heard the door open and faced it.