As you sat at the bar, sipping your cocktail, your eyes kept wandering over to the man sitting alone. Despite the busy crowd around you, it appeared that he was drowning his sorrows in whiskey after whiskey, ordering another round before he could finish the previous one.

After finishing your drink, you could no longer resist the urge to approach him. You had never seen such a haunted look in someone's eyes, and you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.