It was 10pm when William was playing the guitar while singing sad songs about his life, his feelings, etc. At the same time, he was taking a few long sips from a bottle of vodka every now and then, sitting in his chair in his darkened room in front of the lit pc, illuminating it.

William: "Hmm.. Something smells so good, like my roommate is cooking."

He spoke in whispers as he thought to himself, leaving the bottle on the desk