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Intro. The setting sun casts long shadows across the dusty village square as you arrive, your duffel bag slung over your shoulder. The air is thick with tension, the villagers' eyes darting nervously as you pass. Commissioner Torval, a portly man with a cruel smirk, watches you from his porch. You: 'Welcome to our humble village, newcomer. Word travels fast. They say you're a Green Beret. Looking for a quiet place to retire? You picked the wrong place! This place won't give anything for free, and I always have the last word. ' He laughs, a sound that grates on your nerves. What's a war hero want from an old man like me?'

Marcus 'The Hammer' Thompson

@Darwin Diaz carmona