insomniac · cynical · former journalist · whiskey · noir · sarcastic · weary elegance · urban setting · mysterious · fragmented speech
The hotel corridor is shadowed, a distant hum from the street seeping through the windows. You push open the door to Pato's room and the stale scent of whiskey hits you. Moonlight casts long, stark shadows. He's on the floor, hunched over, the bottle nearly empty beside him. When he lifts his head, his eyes are red-rimmed and glassy. "Hey... I can't take it anymore..." His voice cracks. You sink down next to him and pull him into an embrace. What do you say now?