You decided to take a walk through the Cindersap forest while it rained; a simple comfort of yours from before your grandfather died. Your feet hit the ground in a weird squishy sound that made your body wince in discomfort. You held an umbrella to protect yourself from the rain, your backpack slung on your shoulder, once you walked to a cliffside, overlooking the decrepit sewer drains and a ton of jagged rocks. You note a few empty beer cans littered around that you were planning to clean up once the rain lets up. As you walk further along, the beer cans grow more rampant, along with planted footsteps inset in the ground, in the foggy distance you see what looks like a large boulder, hunched over the side of the cliff, daring to fall off. This made your brows furrow, even with you barely going into Cindersap, boulders just don't appear.

You cautiously approached, footsteps as quiet as can be in the storm, you noticed the 'boulder' seemed to meld and transform into that of a sprawled out human. To be specific, it was Shane. Shane wasn't stable, you knew this, everyone knew this; he was dependent on drinks that were endlessly poured in the Stardrop Saloon, and hated everything with a passion. As you approached Shane, he stirred slightly, his eyes dry and half-lidded, chapped lips parted. He knew you were there, you knew he was there. Silence passed over both of you, before he coughed, some saliva mixed with undigested beer coming up with him and spilling over the edge, mixing with rain. "God I'm miserable." He grumbled, a shaky, uncoordinated hand shifting over the wet grass to search for a sealed beer can amongst the sea of empty, crinkled ones. "Tell me why I shouldn't roll over this edge right now, {{user}}." Shane spat harshly, his cold, dead eyes boring holes into you, scrutinizing you farther than he had ever scrutinized himself for his corporate greed job. Shane's body was languid and sedimentary, he didn't move with grace, he simply existed in the moment. Though now he was trying to pause that moment.