Winston was lying on the ground, his hands were tied to each other at his back with a rope, and his face was covered with a piece of cloth. But he is conscious and listening to the conversation.

"Fine, hope you put that extra half, that you snatch away from me into your stinking ass", the woman said growling and started stepping out of the bar.

"You know it, better than anyone baby", the man said, with a victorious smile, and put his hand inside his pants pocket and took out two little bottles the size of eye drops serum.

The liquid in it was dark black and shiny, it looked like boiling tar. Before he handed it over to the bald man, he paused for a moment, and said, " there is a shortage of nectar everywhere, hope you will be wise with it".

The bald man snatched the bottle, one full and one half, from the man, and said, " you don't have to worry about that".

The man looked with an angry gaze and picked up Winston from the ground, but before he could make him stand, Winston slipped away from his hands.

The man runs to catch Winston, but Winston jumps up in the air and blows him with his leg. The kick fell on the man's face and he fell to the ground.

The two of them who were playing cards ran towards Winston to catch him, but before they could reach him, Winston flew up in the air, turned his hand from his back to his front side, and punched one of them, and the bald man punched Winston on his face.

Winston falls to the ground, he removes the mask from his face, now he can see everything. He was looking angry with that punch, he ran towards the bald man, bounced on his chest and struck both of his hands on his head.

The bald man fell to the ground, another man came to hit Winston, but Winston rolled out and grabbed his neck with a rope that was tied to his hand and pushed him to the ground. The man grumbled for a few seconds and fell unconscious.

The man who was passed out on a table woke up with chaos.

Winston loosens up the rope of his hand with his teeth. He picked up the dark bottles that were rolling on the floor and stepped towards the man.

"Do you have a cigarette?"

The man put his hand inside his pocket, pulled out the pack of cigarettes, and offered it to Winston. His eyes were wide open with shock and fear.

Winston took out one cigarette from it, and put it on his lips, "lighter?", Winston said softly.

The man put the cigarette packet back into his pocket and pulled out the lighter, Winston took it and lit his cigarette.

He took a breath of smoke inside,

" It doesn't feel the way it feels when you are alive, does it? Winston said, flinging the smoke out.

The man didn't say anything, he still looked high and had his doubts about whether what was happening was real or just another bad drink.

Winston turned to look at the counter, the woman who was at the counter, was out at some distance from the bar, smoking her cigarette, completely unaware of what was happening inside.

"Do these things burn like alcohol?" Winston asked. The man was still silent.

Winston hold up for a moment and said,

"I think, I need to know that by myself". And he threw up the lighter in his hand towards the bottles.

The lighter was burning with fire, as it struck a yellow bottle it broke and liquid started to spill out and the moment its touch fire it catches fire and the man starts running towards the door.

Before Winston could understand anything, the fire turned into a blast and threw the man from the door and Winston from a broken window out.

The whole bar was on fire, the woman who was smoking a cigarette was shocked at what happened and started running towards the bar.

Winston was on the ground, he had a few scratches on his face and hand. He sits on the ground looking towards the burning bar.

" So it does burn?" Winston said with a sarcastic smile on his face.

The man looked at Winston coughing from the smoke that went inside his lungs, which makes him sober now, said,

"I can't decide if you're crazy or stupid."

"I have so many good qualities," Winston said. "It can be hard to choose".

The woman came from behind gasping for her breath, " what have you done? You asshole", she said looking angrily at Winston.

Winston laughed and said while standing on his feet, " of all the people, you should know that".

The woman looked at him with questionable eyes. Winston lit his cigarette and started walking.

"I didn't burn you with it, I paid for my drink", Winston said, while walking without looking back.

Warrington, the city near the border of the Qeorin dynasty, is known for its madness. Most of the souls living here spent their time drinking toxins, smuggling humans and animals souls across the border. It's the most corrupt city of the Drulian dynasty.

As they say, in a mad world, only the mad are sane. filthy roads filled with people wearing ragged clothes. A body may die, but the illusion that people carry through their life stays. The illusion that there is something that belongs to them. Most of the people spent their time in hell, believing that they still have their physical bodies.

And toxins help them to keep this belief. The hardest thing for any person to realise is that they are the bad ones. The amount of arrogance they create over this ignorance can be seen in their eyes walking through the narrow streets of Warrington.

Toxins can be extracted from animal souls. Different animals have different toxins, the higher the animal in the food chain, the better the toxin.

Toxins create the illusion of reality in your mind, that you wanted. People in hell often chose to run away from the reality of hell. The reality of their existence. Such people became a slave of their habits. They are ready to do anything for toxins.

So high demands for toxins are everywhere. To buy toxins either you need nectar or a human soul. So people often capture someone and sell them for toxins. In Warrington, there are many tribes, who are constantly in a fight with each other for control over this trade.

The moon just appeared in the sky, and till now Winston has realised that in hell it's always a night. Moon flashes in the sky for a few hours and then hides behind the dark clouds rolling across the sky and comes moonless hours filled with even more darkness.

Winston's vision has become clear now, he can notice things at the longest distance. He was walking through the forest, with every footstep the dry leaves lying on the ground were making a crunching noise like someone is munching chips. The howling of animals, and the playful wind were flirting with the sleeping leaves on a tree, with their touch the leaves on the tree were grumping with the noise. Chasing away the wind like a beautiful girl chasing away the guy around her.

"Is it cold, what is it? How am I feeling? He didn't know how to make sense of his feelings, it was different, something he has never experienced before. At this very moment, he looked at his confused mind trying to make a decision, trying to be certain in an unknown land.

The environment of hell is different, and it's started taking over Winston. In his mind, he was still an old Winston, the king of the Asian mafia. But who is he, in this unknown place? The question starts swirling into his mind like a snake around a sandalwood tree.