The Monster Behind The DoorMARCUS dragged himself into the small bar nook tucked beside the living room, a space he had proudly set up years ago, back when he still had a job, back when he still acted like a husband. Now it was a shrine of his downfall. He scratched his rough jaw, his eyes heavy, breath sour with last night’s whiskey.He reached for a bottle automatically.It was empty.He checked another.Also empty.He shook the third violently, as if willing liquid to appear. Nothing. Not a single drop.“Are you kidding me?” he barked, his voice hoarse.Scowling, he tossed the bottle onto the counter, where it rolled and clinked pathetically. His temples throbbed, the hangover mixing with hunger. He trudged toward the kitchen, feet dragging across the hardwood floor.The moment he stepped inside, the stale smell hit him. Old takeout containers sat stacked on the counter. The trash bin was overflowing, not with garbage, but with empty liquor bottles, beer cans, and crumpled receipt
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