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You begin to make the long trek back to your motorcycle. It's halfway across this level, but by the time you get there, it'll be night time and the coast will be clear for you to go home. You're exhausted anyway; this first day exploring level 4 was a real journey you'd say. You'll need a moment to decompress.
But along the way, something catches your eye. In a small tailor shop, you notice a suit proudly on display with a certain color- that's <span class="mu-i">your</span> color! The same color as your favorite hoodie you had to save up for months to get back on Level 5, before you stitched it into your hood and cape as <span class="mu-i">The Mask</span>. It's a bright red color, and seemingly rare and uncommon. You wonder if it's environmentally protected or something, you never seem to see anyone else wearing it. You decide to have a little peek, even though you know you can't afford it. In a way, you feel the jealousy creeping up. Why did you have to be born on the shittiest Level of this whole city? You'd never be able to afford a nice suit like that in your whole life. But if you were born on this level, you could buy all the red hoodies you wanted, maybe even a whole suit, just like the well dressed mafiosos....
You notice a pair talking in the store, more like one yelling at another. They're milling about the suit and seem to be arguing over it. The taller customer looming over who you can only assume is the store owner and yelling at him. You creep a bit closer to listen in.
