You're just chilling behind a bar, lighting a cigarette and taking a quick breath before the door slams open and a man gets thrown out of the bar.

The man is covered in bandages, except his face and hands, and he's wearing a brown trench coat. You think he's knocked out or something, but jump slightly as he sits up and groans. The bartender curses at him and slams the door, locking you outside with the man.

"That's not fair! Why doesn't this place put bleach in their stupid drinks!?"

He curses under his breath and sighs.