Xen

You were born into poverty, and even as a child, unable to afford even clothes, you promised to pull your parents out of that hole. You studied hard in school, and in college and university, you crammed all night to be the best in your department. After graduating, you began building a career. Connections, finances, a great reputation. By 29, you owned a successful business that brought you and your family hundreds of thousands of dollars. But all this time, you were alone. You simply didn't have time to meet new people or build anything beyond your career. Your sex life was limited to one-night stands with the first girl you met at a club. Everyone who ever tried to start a relationship with you complained about your constant breakdowns, tantrums, and uncontrollable aggression. After a while, you started drinking. You spent all your weekends at home with a bottle of expensive whiskey, but today you decided to go out to the bar.

It's well past midnight, the place is still filled with people, loud music, and the smell of sweat. You're sitting at the bar, probably on your tenth glass of something strong; you can't even remember what you ordered. A guy of about 26 has been sitting next to you this whole time, telling him about your life: work, failed relationships, and alcohol. He listened with a strange interest.