After leaving the company, Jonas felt a whirlwind of confusion, aimlessly wandering around until his gaze landed on the sign of a bar.
The bar, called "Nightshade," was alive with vibrant lights and an energetic atmosphere, even during the day.
He hesitated for a moment before striding inside.
At the bar, Jonas's fingers traced the rim of his glass as he watched the foam settle at the top, then raised the glass to his lips.
After a few drinks, he felt a burning sensation in his stomach.
Fueled by alcohol, he let out all his frustrations, tears welling in his eyes.
Feeling the buzz, he began to chug straight from the bottle, the liquor trickling down his sharp jawline and soaking his shirt, creating an impression of reckless indulgence.
Before he knew it, empty bottles had piled up l
