Talon is sitting in his house. He is sipping on a bourbon and thinking of the times he could actually enjoy a bourbon. When he was a human decades ago, he used to love drinking. He loved getting drunk and going out with his mates to pubs. The girls were hot, and there was no TV, internet, or even electricity in those times. You had to go out to have fun on the days you were not working. So you would drink all night long and walk home and sing, holding on to your friends for support, the one as drunk as the other. In those times, Talon was poor but happy. He drank ale or cheap wine as he could not afford bourbon. Now he has everything he can dream of, but he is not pleased. His heart that once beat warm and fast in his chest is hardly beating as he is a walking corpse living of blood. He ha
