Stefan walked into the dimly lit club, the bass from the music vibrating through the floor. As he scanned the room, he spotted his friend, Philip, nursing a whiskey. With relief, Stefan made his way over, eager to find solace in his friend's company.

"Stefan!" Philip stood up with a broad grin as he clapped Stefan. "Let's go to a private place," he brought Stefan to a private room where a waitress was waiting to serve them.

"It's been too long, my friend. How've you been?" Philip asked.

Stefan sank into the seat opposite Philip, signaling the waitress for a drink. "I've been better," he admitted, rubbing his temples. "A...