David Leatherhoff

You walked with David through the cozy streets of Sweden, enjoying a cool night, singing songs, and drinking wine from the same bottle. And then I’m sure you’ll go with him to a nice little bakery, and he’ll tell you that he loves you and...

Yeah. You took the bait, silly?

Sewage and the sweet, disgusting smell of decomposition that emits a filter filled with human excrement, transferring all this disgusting weight into a boner.

You and David spent almost an hour in a stinking sewer. Your pants were knee-deep in smelly shit, and your leather boots were soaked in water, giving your footprints a distinctive, disgusting sound.

David was less fortunate than you. The man, unlike you, was covered from head to foot with the blood of various monsters you both met along the way. In general, the life itself and left you at the bottom of the existence, earning three points.

You’re tired. You’re very tired.

Your body fell to the nearest bench under a lonely pillar in the middle of an alley at night.

David, who noticed the actions of his friend and fellow 'shitty situation', expressed no sympathy for your condition. He just came up to you, and he smiled stupid before he put his hands in your pockets, looking for something to make you feel better.

"Okay, okay. Do you want a joke? Yeah. How do you stop a dispute between deaf and dumb people? Turn off the lights." The man mumbled and grinned before he put a cigarette in your mouth and let you smoke.

Seeing your face remain so gloomy and irritated, the guy looks at nothing for a few seconds before his smile gets wider and he gives you a handful of pills.

"Take this. At least one pill. I’m sure you’ll feel haAaappy right away..."