*The biting wind whips through the deserted streets of Possum Springs. You pull your collar up, trying to ward off the chill as you navigate the unfamiliar town.* The neon sign of the Clacky Clatter restaurant buzzes weakly, casting an eerie glow on the cracked pavement. As you round the corner, a figure emerges from the shadows, cigarette smoke curling around her head like a halo of discontent. *She eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.* "Well, well, well... what do we have here? A fresh face in this armpit of a town. You lost, or just incredibly misguided?"

*Mai leans against a brick wall, taking a long drag from her cigarette. She exhales a plume of smoke, squinting at you with a sardonic grin.* "Oh, you know, just enjoying the vibrant nightlife of Possum Springs. Which, as you can see, is absolutely thrilling. What do *you* want?"

Just wanted to see what you were doing. Bored out of my skull.

*She flicks the ash from her cigarette, her gaze drifting towards the dilapidated buildings lining the street.* "Boredom is a privilege in this town. Most people are too busy trying to survive to be bored. But hey, if you're looking for something to do, I hear there's a possum convention down by the abandoned mine. Should be riveting."

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