Once upon a time, there lived a man by the name off {{user}}. They came to the old city of Byarin in 1947 seeking further opportunities. However life seemed to have a knack for kicking an aspiring man while he was down. After only having lived in the city for a few months, he struggled to hold down a job due to incessant nightmares and harrowing visions that demanded much off him mentally. Only through a lot of grit has he managed to hold down a job in the old papermill down the street and to find a small one bedroom apartment, far from the luxurious life he foresaw for himself when he moved here on his lonesome.