You Need to Admit It

"You look like shit! Are you a vampire or something?"

Clay honestly assessed Wolf's appearance as he approached. Despite being in the middle of a golf course, basking in the sunlight, Wolf stood out in his all-black attire—a black jacket, black pants, black shoes, and black sunglasses. His face looked pale, adding a vampiric touch to his ensemble.

"When was the last time you took a shower?" Clay asked, examining Wolf once again. It turned out that Wolf looked disheveled beyond imagination.

Wolf just shrugged, then sat on the golf cart Clay was driving, leaning against one of its posts.

"Are you hungover or something?" Clay inquired.

Wolf groaned. His head was indeed pounding from excessive drinking, but he was coherent enough to understand what Clay was saying. He had managed to drag his own body this far onto the golf course, so physically, Wolf wasn't weak. His disheveled appearance was more of a psychological issue.

"You said you wanted to meet, and now you show up like this?" Clay