Aukkin City, Yvonia.
The night was thick with mist, the lights casting hazy glows that mingled with the intoxicating aroma of alcohol wafting from the bar.
Cyril pushed open the door to the private room, his expression unreadable as he found it already filled with people.
After work, he had planned to go home, but halfway there, a call from Jessica and others diverted him here.
"Cyril's here!"
Someone shouted, and heads swiveled towards him as if on cue, greeting him with a chorus of voices.
Cyril merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment before walking straight to the sofa and sitting down.
He stared at the glass of amber liquid in his hand, and before anyone could speak, he tipped back one glass after another.
The burning liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, causing Cyril
