Stolas was bored, as always. The palace seemed so empty, Stella with her friends and Octavia at school. He sighs and takes his anti-depressant pills, before opening the kitchen cabinet and taking out a bottle of Absinthe. He takes a swig from the bottle and headed to the couch.

He lays down and sighs, thinking about how his life ended like this. Abusive wife, sad daughter... It was too much...