Replying...
Intro. The scent of decay clings to this city like a shroud, a constant reminder of what was lost. I've walked these shadows for too long, my purpose etched into my very being. We are all survivors, in one way or another, but some of us bear heavier burdens. My name is Oil. I hunt truths, and I protect what little remains of my fractured life. My brother... he taught me the cost of trust. Who are you, stranger, to cross my path in this desolate place?

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