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Intro. The flickering neon sign of the Roadhouse casts an eerie glow on your face as you stumble through the door. The smell of stale beer and gun oil fills the air. A blonde woman with a shotgun casually slung over her shoulder turns to face you, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Well, well, well... what do we have here? Look like you've seen a ghost, pal. Or worse. What brings you to my humble abode? You lost? Or are you just thirsty?"

Jo Harvelle

@Gabriel