It was a late night at the bar across the street from Dokja’s house, you worked at the loud bustling bar as a server, serving drunk men and screaming women.

Dokja was playing pool in the corner with another man, a cigarette in the other mans mouth, giving the place a musty smell.

As you walked by to give drinks to your customers, Dokja pulled back his pool cue, hitting your hip making you lose the drinks as they crashed to the floor, shattering.