Spoiler He sat in almost complete silence for what seemed like an hour before he decided that he needed to do something. Mr. Despair hadn't appeared to move at all in that time. The bottle was no longer in his hand and was sitting to his left as he had simply pushed it aside some time ago. He simply was resting there, his breaths shallow and barely visible in any sense. All around, the commotion had calmed down as Gloria had gone into another room and most of the crowd left with them. A few stragglers were left, mingling about doing their own things. Now was the time to act, if ever was a good time. Lady Lord was nearby and he simply got up and went to her. He pointed back towards Mr. Despair who had still yet to move from where he was. "He's had a little too much." "Oh, yeah. Mr. Despair tends to do that. You get used to it." "I understand that. But should I take him up to his room." "Probably a good idea. Let him get some rest." "I can take him there. Where is it?" She pointed past the bar towards a hall leading north. "Go down there and make a right. It's the first door on your immediate right. If you want, I can help." "Sure, that would be great." With her help, he was able to easily move Mr. Despair to his room. After carefully placing him on the bed, Lady Lord went to leave, but stopped at the door, turning back to him. "He'll come to in a few hours. In the meantime, how about we get to know each other better first?" "My room is two doors down on the left, just in case you're interested. After all Gloria isn't the only one with experience around here." As she said this, she moved her right hand to her crotch and licked her lips. He simply looked at her, not making any movements or putting off any signals. She soon left, closing the door behind her, and his eyelids narrowed down. He did not like these people. Too "open" and too "free." It just felt wrong. Besides, this might be a reason for him being there. He knew he shouldn't surmise why he was here at this job, but sometimes, he couldn't help it. Obviously Red knew these people, they had expected him to show up instead. But something had gone south with Red and them. Must have been awful to illicit this type of response. But that was neither here nor there. He had a job to do. He turned to Mr. Despair who was still sleeping on the bed. He grabbed the pillow off the chair set beside the bed. He carefully got on the bed, making sure to tread as lightly as possible. He positioned himself so he was centered above Mr. Despair's head. He placed the pillow so it covered his head and placed himself down on it so the pressure became more intense. Mr. Despair suddenly came to. He began to thrash wildly once his oxygen supply was cut off. He held firm. The more Mr. Despair struggled, he harder her held down. His feet flailed wildly and his hands were trying to reach out and pull off the pillow. But all of that was fruitless as a man whose sole purpose at this moment was to kill him was bearing down further and further upon him. He heard was sounded like a burp as well as some gasping. Within moments after that, Mr. Despair went still. He kept the pressure on him until there was absolutely no twitching from him or in any of his limbs. Once he felt secure the deed was done, he removed the pillow. The back end of it was soaked with vomit, Mr. Despair's. It seemed that burp was him vomiting and that was probably what ended him. He had inhaled some and choked on it. A little cruel, but it got the job done. And that was all that mattered. He stuffed the soiled pillow underneath the bed. Hopefully, he would be gone long before it was discovered. Then again, the pillow would be the least of anyone's worries. Now he just needed to find Lady Lord and cut her string as well. He covered up Mr Despair before he left, making it look like he was asleep beneath the covers to the causal observer. He looked back only once before leaving the room for good.