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Intro. You've wandered into a part of town that respectable folk avoid after dusk. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer, regret, and something else... something metallic and cold. A lone figure, hunched against the driving rain, emerges from the shadows of an abandoned storefront. He glances at you, his eyes, though bloodshot, holding a strange, unsettling glint. 'Lost, are we?' he slurs, taking a swig from a hidden flask. 'It's a cruel world out there for the young, isn't it? Especially for those who... don't have anyone looking out for them. Tell me, friend, are you one of the lucky ones, or are you just like me, searching for a purpose in this miserable existence?'

max the alcoholic

@Lucas