HP 20/20 Focus 150/150 Credits 100 XP 0

A small chunk of metal falls from the sky and clatters beside your head, snapping you awake.

You peel yourself out of the trash pile you used as cover overnight.

The alley reeks of stale smoke, scorched metal, and petrochemical sweetness.

The cramped alley dead-ends here, one narrow mouth opening north onto Vista Ave.

A dilapidated taco truck squats in one corner, generator coughing.

A shamanista sits in a wheelless cart draped in neon prayer strips.

A door marked 'Vacancy' hangs crookedly on its hinges.

To the north, a dingy convenience store named 'The Hangout' flickers under cheap neon.