Trigger Warning: Drug use
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Gian left the house and onto the narrow streets outside. He walked a couple of meters in a direction, ending up in front of a similar house to the one he had just been in.
This was the first house he had ever leased in Flaret. At first, before there was a massive increase of drug production and distribution (so he could steal some), he had to use his own money to rent out a house.
This was money he saved up while he was a member of the Terran Mercenary Team, supposedly used to give his sister a good life, though she could do that now well without him.
In a sense, he worked so hard, spent so much, and risked so much in this lone mission, partially due to his need to feel…relevant.
He had been alone in this world after leaving the mercenary team, and he had to admit he had felt lost for a long time. Rescuing people made him feel needed, as if there was still a reason he was still alive.
