"That bastard! My wife isn't like that, she must be forced. I cannot doubt her." Tristan emptied another cup of wine as he thought back to today's events.
He wouldn't drink so much but this wine….it was good. After every sip he took, he wanted to take another. And another.
Even though they tried it sometimes, not everyone here was a drug addict. Tristan definitely wasn't someone who liked drugs. He joined here only because he had nowhere else to go.
After killing his master and escaping, he was blocked by a lot of people. So, he killed them all. The blood on his hands was staggering and no one except a Drug Lord was daring enough to take him in.
"But that bug face, what can he know? He's a degenerate." Tristan's curses grew wilder with his alcohol intake.
Varian sat in the corner of a room and watched everything unfold with an interesting look in his eyes.
