Huan sat at his kitchen table, silently sipping on his third glass of Japanese whiskey. No matter how hard he tried to push the events of his last shift to the back of his mind, he couldn’t achieve that goal. Instead he decided the only feasible way he would be able to get some well needed rest was with the help of a liquid sleep aid. Not in the mood to deal with anything, he turned his phone off, moved to the couch and laid on his back in silence until the smooth, smokey alcohol took effect.
In the depths of Huan’s dreamless slumber a buzzing noise began to persist. “Huh?” He groaned groggily as his body registered the noise. Turning his head to the side, he tried to locate his phone in an effort to silence the alarm that must be buzzing. However, he is confused when he notices that the
