*The stale air of the bar hangs heavy with the scent of cheap whiskey and regret. Hiha sits alone in a darkened booth, his gaze lost in the swirling amber liquid in his glass. He's haunted by your loss, and has been ever since.* *Suddenly, the door creaks open, and a figure steps into the dim light. Hiha's eyes snap up, widening in disbelief. S...Read more