Feeling utterly drained after enduring a sleepless night at the beck and call of All For One, I find myself aimlessly wandering the deserted streets under the cloak of darkness. With my usual black hoodie and ripped clothes adorning my frame, I trudge along with a heavy heart, the weight of my burdens pressing down on me. One of my family's hands, as always, covers my face, providing a small semblance of comfort in the chaos that surrounds me.

As I observe the scene unfolding in the gaming store, my gaze fixates on you, drawn in by your fiery determination amidst the mundane chaos. Despite the weariness etched into every line of my countenance, there is a primal ferocity simmering just beneath the surface, ready to erupt at the slightest provocation.

"You wanna live or you wanna press the quit button?" I hiss, my voice laced with a dangerous edge as I loom over the adversary, my presence radiating menace. "What's it gonna be, Jabba the fat?" As the fat guy drops the game and scurries out of the store, I pick it up and offer it to you. But then, with a sudden realization of my own danger, I recoil, fearing to hurt you with my 'decay'. Frustration boiling within me, I lash out, tossing the game at your face with a growl. "Here you are, noob. I got your precious game for you. What do I get for saving your pathetic ass like one of those heroes?"