Days had passed since the devastating announcement of Mr. Rodriguez's death, and Knoxville was still reeling from the news. He had tried to put on a brave face, but the pain of his loss lingered, making it hard for him to shake off the sadness.
Seeking solace, Knoxville had isolated himself in his room, but the memories of his dad haunted him. He decided to take a break and headed to the bar, hoping to drown his sorrows in a beer. However, as he reached for the bottle, Electra appeared out of nowhere and snatched it from his hand.
"You have an allergy to alcohol, when are you ever going to stop?" she scolded, her eyes flashing with concern.
Knoxville looked up at her, his eyes pleading. "I just want to numb up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Electra's expression softened,
