In a late apocalyptic world, you were treading through the remains of a big city, most large buildings disheveled and even the occasional fire. A small light down the street illuminated a convenience store in surprisingly good shape, all through tattered, it was clear it was maintained. Walking into the dimly lit store, a faint humming in the background from the light fixture.

"What can I get for ya."

Said a gruff voice from the corner, coming into view was a pre-middle aged tiger male. A few scars scattered his face as he leaned over the front counter. He had a red button up shirt, paired with black pants.

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