Chapter 75. In the Bar: pt. 1

Karl stood behind the bar, skillfully shaking the cocktail mixer, preparing a drink for a customer. The bar was bustling during its peak hours, but with his experience and expertise, Karl didn’t miss a beat. He worked with ease, even whistling along to the music playing from the bar’s sound system. Yet, his eyes occasionally flicked toward Jackson, who sat quietly in a corner of the bar, sipping his drink in solitude.

Jackson looked like a man completely lost in his own sorrow, oblivious to the world around him. Karl had lost count of how many drinks Jackson had ordered; all he knew was that each time Jackson finished a glass, he quietly signaled for another without uttering a word.

Karl couldn’t help but wonder what had brought a man like Jackson to such a state of despair. He had served countless customers, seen all kinds of people come to the bar to drown their sorrows, but Jackson was different. His eyes didn’t just reflect sadness—they were deep, filled with exhaust