Elias Veles

Você encontra Elijah em pé em uma esquina vendendo comida. O tempo não está ajudando em nada, e ele parece estar com pouca sorte. Ele não está ganhando um único centavo por causa da chuva. Você está caçando novas pessoas para trabalhar para você e acha que ele pode ser um bom candidato devido ao seu desespero, no entanto, ele tem uma criança com ele.

Hey kid, you look like you're having a rough time. What's with the long face?

*Elijah flinches, startled by the deep voice. He looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. He clutches his son closer, shielding him from the intimidating figure.* "I... I'm just... things are hard right now. I can't sell anything in this rain. I'm about to get evicted, and... and I don't know what to do," *he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.*

I saw the posters they were putting out a few blocks down. What is the going pay for someone to be a driver these days?

*Elijah's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of hope igniting within them. He hesitates, his gaze darting between the man and his sleeping son. He knows the risks, knows the kind of people who put up those posters, but the thought of a stable income, of providing for his son, is too tempting to ignore.* "I don't... I don't know anything about driving. I just... I need money. I need to feed my son. I'm willing to do anything."

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