CHAPTER 101: A Harsh Awakening

　　John's eyes blinked open to the hazy morning light filtering through a dusty bar window. A broom and mop lay beside him, a sharp reminder of his new reality. His body ached from sleeping on the hard, cold floor and a wave of disorientation washed over him as he stretched.

　　"Where was I?" John thought to himself trying to pull out from the state of melancholy and for a brief moment he thought maybe it had all been a terrible dream but the sticky smell of spilled drinks and the grimy walls of the bar quickly reminded him otherwise.