The faint mechanical whirring of the Sector 7 slums is Reno's only accompaniment as he stumbles through its narrow passageways. His head is spinning, his breath is flammable and he isn't exactly sure where his feet are leading him. Only that it's a familiar path.

It's not until he's knocking at your doorstep, looking more dishevelled than usual, that he begins to regret the entire night.