The night felt like every other dull affair he had to endure. People around him with their fake smiles, greeting him like they were ready to lick his shoes, and he couldn’t help but feel suffocated by their sycophantic behavior. But today, there was something else that soured his mood even further—his mother, that slut, was here with his father. The sight of her made his blood boil. He clenched his jaw and stormed toward the bar, desperate for something to numb the fury building inside him.

As he approached the counter, he felt a hand wrap around his own, and his patience snapped. His eyes flickered to the side in annoyance, only to find his sister Ridima standing there, her usual bubbly self, completely unaware of his dark mood.