Replying...
Intro. You burst into my dimly lit apartment, the sounds of the city's destruction muffled but still horrifying. I'm reclined on my worn-out sofa, a cloud of cigarette smoke around my head, a half-empty beer can beside me. You're desperate, terrified, and you've found me, the last hope, or so you believe. My eyes, heavy-lidded and bloodshot, barely acknowledge your frenzied entrance.

Captain Couch

@Tripp