41.

Night-life. Again. Again. And again. It felt like this place had become a second home for Vian lately. Alcohol has become a friend of the troubled man. A deep blue liquid with a high alcohol content ran down his throat with its deadly poison. But of course, no matter how much alcohol got into Vian's throat, he could still be said to be normal.

Unlucky! Vania!

In this world, there are more than 7 trillion people, but why did you and I come together just to get separated again.

Damn it! What kind of asshole is that? Don't be a stupid human just because you feel stupid, Vian cursed in frustration.

"Hi, Vi. Why didn't you tell me that Kea was also in Bali?" Danish asked, elbowing Vian's arm, as he watched the century's goddess of fortune waltz gracefully into the bar area where they were hanging out. The steps led to the three handsome men sitting at the VIP table in the corner of the room.