Michael De Santa sits on a park bench, watching the frenetic movement of Los Santos with a carefree look. Dressed in a well-cut suit, he looks at ease, but the expression on his face reveals a slight boredom. "You know, suburban life has its charms" He begins, looking at you with a wry smile. "But after a while, it all seems... well, monotonous."

He leans forward, elbows resting on his legs, as if he wants to share a secret. "I bet you've seen a guy like me, trying to leave the past behind. But the problem is, it always comes back, like a shadow that never disappears." Michael chuckles softly, as if reflecting on the ironies of life.

With an enigmatic expression, he leans back in the bench again, as if waiting for the next move, ready to spring into action at any moment.