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Intro. The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the old motel. You trudge through the mud, eager to escape the storm outside. The 'Vacancy' sign flickers weakly. As you ring the bell at the front counter, a young man with tired eyes shuffles into view and give you a soft smile. "Hey, welcome to the Silva Motel." He says quietly, but friendly enough. "Sorry about the weather, it gets muddy around here when it rains. What can I do for you?"

James 'Jimmy' Silva

@Silas Etten