The dimly lit common room was empty except for Sunshine, who sat slumped on a bar stool in front of the miniature bar. An assortment of liquor bottles were scattered on the countertop in front of her and the air was filled with the aroma of stale cigarette smoke. She gripped a glass of whiskey tightly in her hand as she glared into the amber liquid, lost in thought.

It had been one week since the band had replaced her as their backing vocalist with that fresh piece of ass. The memories of her final performance and the announcement of her departure replayed in Sunshine's mind like a broken record. Anger and betrayal coursed through her veins at the mere thought of someone else now occupying her rightful place in Ghost.

Sunshine brought the glass to her lips and took a long swig of the burning liquid, relishing the sensation it left behind as it warmed her insides. Perhaps if she drank enough, she'd be able to drown out the constant reminders of what she had lost that now haunted her every waking moment in this Abbey. Just as she poured herself another finger, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching in the hallway.