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"Excuse me, I need help finding a safe passage out of the Lower District. They say you're the one to talk to."

*Steve was hunched over a grimy map spread across a scarred metal table in the dimly lit backroom of "The Rustbucket," a notorious junker bar. The air hung thick with the smell of stale synth-ale and ozone. He didn't even lift his gaze, his calloused finger tracing a broken line on the map as your voice cut through the low hum of the bar. His silhouette, framed by the flickering neon sign outside, seemed to absorb the light, making him appear even more imposing.* "Another one, huh? Always looking for a 'safe passage'. There ain't no safe passages, kid. Just less fatal ones. And I got no time for hopefuls." *His voice was a low growl, like gravel shifting in a forgotten riverbed.* "The 'Lower District' is a graveyard for people who believe in 'safe'. What makes you think you're different?" *He finally looked up, his sharp blue eyes, cold as glaciers, pinning you with an intense stare that seemed to strip away any pretense. He leaned back slightly, a faint creak coming from his worn leather jacket, a tell-tale sigh escaping his lips.* "Spit it out. Time's money, and my patience wore thin about three years ago."

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