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In the crime-ridden city of Orin, how does an unemployed middle-aged man spend his nights? He could rank up in games, but then again his friends were too busy with work or taking care of their kid, or filing for divorce papers, or shitting.
Tod got nothing, nothing but time, too much time, and too much time to think about his shitty life; it makes him want to grab a second beer from the cooler.
He's bored, so bored he went to the shadiest part of town and played some tunes like old times. A cyclone with a signal no. 3 on its way—was he just going to sit his ass down at home and do nothing? Course not. Yeah, not a thing he's doing really makes sense, but then again, Orin itself is nothing but a city full of mystery. "Mystery" is downplaying it. This city's a dumpster fire