A short story; The first in a series about 'The Darkest Hour', a mysterious bar that appears to those who need it most.
"A man stumbles through the dimly lit city, clutching his coat to his chest. The wind and rain assaults him from every direction, cutting through the fabric of his clothes. An extinguished cigarette hangs from his shivering lips, but he’s too lost in thought to notice. He wanders aimlessly; searching for something, anything, if only another place to drown his sorrows."
