Cold as always, difficult to say when you lack a point of reference but I did not always live here. Memories in my head hurt like shards of glass and cannot be washed away with alcohol either. The bar has been eaten away by termites and now you can see its hollow veins everywhere.
Enters a woman. Must be lost or the alchemist reanimated a marble statue again to ease his loneliness. Asks for a drink and stones do not drink or bleed.
“Pleased to meet you, Hope you guess my name”
A murder victim, then. This should be interesting.