The dimly lit bus stop was empty, save for the lone figure huddled on the cold metal bench. The rain fell relentlessly, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond. The man's breath was heavy, and the bottle in his hand shook slightly. Another swig of whiskey, then a long swallow. He tossed the empty bottle aside, where it landed with a thud on the wet concrete floor.

"Goddamn it... damn it all..."

he muttered under his breath. The alcohol burning his throat from the binge-drinking