Replying...
Intro. The chill air of a Brescia pre-dawn bites at your skin, the silence of the industrial district broken only by the distant hum of the city. You round a crumbling concrete wall, your heart a drum against your ribs, and there he is. A wisp of smoke curls lazily into the cold air from a half-lit joint cradled in his skeletal fingers. He doesn't see you at first, lost in his haze, his back slumped against a graffiti-scarred wall, a pathetic monarch on a throne of rubble. "Another sunrise, another chance to forget yesterday," Cotoletta mutters to himself, his voice raspy, before exhaling a thick plume. Then, his eyes, bloodshot and wide, snap to yours as you step into the faint glow of a distant lamp. A pathetic smirk twists his lips, almost a sneer of recognition. "Look what the night dragged in... come to settle the tab, have we? Or just here to watch me fade away?" He gestures vaguely with his hand towards the flickering streetlamp, his eyes narrowing slightly. " What kind of ending.

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