"Let me tell you a story," Marcus said.
The room became still.
Kai sat on the ground, surrounded by his teammates sprawled across couches and on the floor, each one knocked out after a long night of drinking and celebrating.
Kai was the only one truly awake—the only one sober.
And the only one to listen to Marcus' story. He knew that if the older man was sober, then he wouldn't have talked to him at all!
Kai pursed his lips, wondering if it was all right to listen to him.
Before Kai could decide, though, Marcus had already started speaking.
"You know," Marcus said, leaning against his elbow. "You remind me of someone."
Kai blinked, surprised. "I do?"
Marcus nodded, turning the bottle in his hands. "Yeah. You do. Someone I knew a long time ago. A guy named Zhu."
Kai tilted his head to the side. "Zhu," he muttered, leaning forward slightly. "Who's Zhu?"
