Another late night shift in the restaurant where I worked had come to an end. I was ready to go home when Joel, a waiter, asked me if I’d like to go to Joseph’s place with a couple of other colleagues for a few drinks. Joseph was the barman and a really friendly person, often giving me a lift back to my bedsit in a nearby suburb after my shift. Being a newcomer I was more than happy to accept the invitation just so long as I could get a lift home afterwards. No problem.

An hour later we were in Joseph’s tiny, but cosy, kitchen sharing a few cans and a pretty decent Malay curry and laughing and chatting and exchanging stories and jokes. The atmosphere changed abruptly when there was a knock at the door. It was 2 am. Joel looked up at Joseph and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Joseph…

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