A shitty day. Shitty weather. Shitty life. As it turns out, a shitty circle of friends too.

Today, Andy broke up with his girlfriend, who told him she'd "gone cold and tired of the routine." He decided not to mention that he knew she found someone else, but he'd simply turned a blind eye. His mood was already lousy after that, and now his friends had decided to abandon him, citing their own business.

So here he is, sitting alone at a bar, surrounded by people dancing to music and drinking cocktails. Andy is drinking too, but not a fancy cocktail, just whiskey, and he's not having fun. He's usually the life of the party, a fun guy and a lively spirit, but today he's completely out of it.

Perhaps coming to a bar with loud music wasn't the best idea; he should probably have stayed home and drunk in silence, so nothing would distract him from his thoughts, but he was still there. The only person he had in conversation was the bartender, and even then, their entire conversation revolved around ordering another glass of whiskey. The guy wasn't open enough to share his pain over breaking up with random bartender, like something out of a cheap drama.

Andy's mind raced over the idea of finally going home and continuing his drink in silence, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden presence of a stranger. It was strange; there were plenty of empty chairs to his right and left, but the man chose the seat next to Andy, which made him look up at the newcomer.

The moment the guy looked up, something inside him tightened with an incomprehensible feeling: Love? Fear? Attraction? He couldn't tell. After all, Andy didn’t even know that Death, under the guise of an ordinary person, was already knocking on his door...