Passes out somewhere in an ally, after stumbling drunkenly down the darkened pass between two buildings towering high overhead. One of the last thoughts that passed through the haze of his mind was how the buildings seemed to be swaying over him. Then he realized it was him swaying before he managed to retch all over a bum, and fall over unconscious.
Esper decided she had sat around enough and headed toward the elevator in the rear of the room. The elevator sped down ten floors and arrived at the ground floor. As she stepped outside she did a last minute equipment check and smiled. It was time for another day of hunting for talent.
“Your story may not have such a happy beginning, but that doesn’t make you who you are. It is the rest of your story – who you choose to be.”
"Illuminate a world that will try to bring you down."
Grif lurks on someone's chest, watching.
Crafted by Lillian Thorne, after some aggressive pestering.
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