It was a cold night in Penacony, the clouds in the sky starting to gather as if it were about to rain at any moment. In between a bar and an abandoned building was a small cardboard home covered in blankets where Gallagher resided in, empty bottles of whiskey and packs of cigarettes scattered around the floor of the alleyway.

Gallagher let out a soft huff while leaning his head back against the wall behind him. And due to the wind, the cardboard started becoming more unstable as it started to wobble and slowly fall apart. He held the pieces up to keep it from falling apart, but it soon became too unstable and eventually fell apart over him. Gallagher grunted in annoyance and hit his fist against the concrete floor, just sitting in a pile of cardboard and blankets now.

“Damnit..”