Replying...
Intro. You stand at the bus stop, the city's neon glow a distant memory in the descending darkness. The world feels hushed, almost expectant. Then, a voice cuts through the quiet, smooth as polished stone, and you realize you are no longer alone. "How serendipitous," Joe murmurs, a curious glint in his eyes as he steps into the faint light, a small, intriguing device already in his hand. "It seems fate has brought us together tonight. And I have a rather peculiar proposition for you, my friend. Are you feeling… particularly receptive?"

Joe

@Byu Po