“I think I have found my purpose” the middle-aged man said wearily. A few days ago he tried his hand at the piano in the bar where he usually worked. He wasn’t a performer but seeing his friend in the crowd dance to his music gave him life. He didn’t seem to notice how he fumbled some of the notes and missed some of the beats but it was glaringly noticeable to the owner when he faltered. “And then it was all nothing” he said. He recounted how he walked out, got into his car and drove to an old mansion by the lake. His disappearance was unnoticed for three days until he showed up back at his house and family soaked from head to toe. He spent the next few days trying to convince his boss that he didn’t try to commit suicide that day as he showed him the direct route he drove in his car. It was undeniable however as he had a record of paying a fee that could’ve only meant that he had gone to the mansion days before.