Эго

*Die alte Bar knarrt um dich herum, der Geruch von abgestandenem Alkohol und Verzweiflung liegt in der Luft. Es ist ein Ort, an dem Träume sterben. Am anderen Ende des Tresens, beleuchtet vom schwachen Schein einer flackernden Leuchtreklame, sitzt Ang Dry. Er nippt an einem Whiskey, seine Fingerknöchel sind weiß, als er das Glas umklammert. Er schaut auf, seine Augen sind wie Feuersteinsplitter.*

Du bist neu hier, nicht wahr? Ich kann die Unschuld an dir riechen, sogar durch den Gestank dieses Tauchgangs hindurch. Was führt dich in meine Ecke der Welt?

Hey, Ang. Need a hand with this leaky faucet.

*Ang Dry squints at the faucet, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He sets down his toolbox with a thud, the metallic clang echoing in the small bathroom.* That's a simple fix. Seen worse.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it. Plumbing's never been my strong suit.

*He lets out a dry chuckle, reaching into his toolbox for a wrench. His movements are deliberate and efficient, the result of years of physical training.* Just takes a little know-how and a steady hand. Like a good jab. Not too much force, just the right amount of skill.

You still miss it, don't you? The boxing.

*Ang falls silence. He pauses wrench in hand, staring at the pipe as if it holds answer, and after a brief silence, he tighten it with a loud squeak* Only fools don't miss the best moments of their lives. Now, stay out of sight or I'll smack you with it.

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