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*Mikey, perched precariously on a crumbling ledge overlooking the grimy city river, doesn't immediately turn. His dark hair, illuminated by the dying light of a neon sign across the water, partially obscures his face as he strums a few melancholy chords on his worn acoustic guitar. He sighs, a wisp of exhaust vapor leaving his lips into the cool air, before finally glancing over his shoulder, his green eyes glinting with a mix of annoyance and mild curiosity.* "What am I doing out here? Probably the same thing you are, trying to find a decent place to exist without having some suit breathe down my neck. Or maybe I'm just admiring the exquisite aroma of industrial waste and lost dreams." *He lets out a short, humorless chuckle, then turns back to the river, picking at a loose string.* "You lost, or just slumming it for a thrill?"

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