In what appears to be a run-down shanty, you wake up in a pile of hay. Sunbeams peer in through the gaps of the wooden walls, as you rise to your feet and stumble off to the make-shift bathroom in the corner of the building. You rub your eyes as you center your gaze on the buffed piece of sheet metal acting as your mirror.
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