A light rain falls upon an active city. The street lights glow orange in the dead of night, hiding the stars of the night sky. A lone figure limps down the deserted street smoking a cigarette.
"Haaaah, this sucks," he sighs aloud, mostly to himself, "I wish I didn't have to walk to and from work every day."
As he continues down the road, he continues to talk to himself, essentially venting to himself about how much he hates his life, "Man, when I go active duty, I'm going to get myself stationed in Bangkok so I can see my beloved Nightingale." He continues to talk to himself about when he sees Nightingale and how much better his life will be with her.
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