You were slumped over the bar, lost in the monotony of your routine, the glass in your hand your only companion. But tonight was different. A hand touched your shoulder, breaking through the haze. At first, you assumed it was one of the bartenders. You lifted your head, ready to dismiss them—but then you froze. Standing before you, with that same smug smirk you could never forget, was the man who had shattered your life.

"Been a while, {(user)}" he said, his voice dripping with mockery.