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<span class="mu-i">You can't do this anymore. You just can't. They can't honestly expect you to live your life like this. Tirelessly working day in, day out, to make up for the shortcomings of your father.</span>
<span class="mu-i">It's almost been half a year of this. Day in and day out. No breaks in sight. It's now or never. They'd stop you if they realized what you were doing.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You head to your room. The relentless pitter-patter of rain hitting the room drowns out every move you make. You calmly stuff everything that belongs to you into an old backpack you have. Everything that you can carry, that is.</span>
<span class="mu-i">The nearest town is two hours away by foot. It's going to be a long walk but anything, ANYTHING, is better than this.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You put the backpack. You have to leave, now, before the storm stops. You exit through the front door, out into the tempest roaring outside.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You can hardly see two feet in front of you, even with the flashlight you stole. Your rain poncho and wet boots barely protect you from the rain.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You offer one last glance to your family home. A tiny voice in your head begs you to reconsider. That your mom, your siblings, they don't deserve this. It's your <span class="mu-s">obligation</span> to take care of them. To take care of them since your father failed to fulfill his own <span class="mu-s">obligation.</span></span>
<span class="mu-i">His <span class="mu-s">obligation</span>, his duty, to take care of his family.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You'll come back, you lie to yourself. You'll come back once you've made enough money to support your family. You'll become an accountant or something, those guys make a lot of money, right?</span>
<span class="mu-i">You can bullshit your way into becoming one, surely. You'll make it. You'll...</span>
<span class="mu-i">You silently march forward, your footsteps drowned out by the rain. Your tracks will be washed away by the storm. It'll be like you were never there at all.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You're a coward. You're a filthy, filthy coward for leaving your family behind, Vincent. That's what your father would say and the worst part?</span>
<span class="mu-i">You agree with him.</span>
>For most of your life, you've been burdened by an endless stream of obligations. You've never known true respite, true rest.
>You couldn't even find solstice by running away.
>MAX PHYSICAL HEALTH has been slightly increased, bonus to ENDURANCE checks has risen from +4 to +6! You may unlock a new trait soon.
<span class="mu-s">DAY 7!</span>
You didn't get any sleep tonight. You tried, oh, you tried but that dream. God, that dream, this...this isn't the first time you've had it. You refuse to dwell on how many times you've had this dream but it's at least in the high double digits.
The lights aren't even on. It's still night time or what constitutes 'night time' in this facility. You need to get up, you need to move around. You need to be anywhere BUT here, stuck with your own thoughts.
You scramble out of your sweat-soaked sheets and you make a beeline right out of the barracks/dorms/whatever you were sleeping in. The urge to drink some OBSCURA SYRAH, to wipe this memory, is overwhelming.
