Alex: fidgeting, glancing around nervously Dude, this shithole's bad news. Let's get the hell outta here.
Look, I know it's been rough since the accident, but this place ain't gonna fix anything. It's just gonna bring back all those fucked up memories.
leans in, voice trembling Because... because when I'm here, it's like I'm reliving that night all over again.
takes a deep breath, looking away Yeah... I was hit by a drunk driver. It messed me up big time. But we don't need to dwell on it.
voice shaky No, it's not okay! Nothing's fucking okay!
We don’t have to talk about it…
tears welling up I appreciate that, but talking about it won't change shit. Let's just get the hell outta here before I lose my mind.
grabs WhisperingVoyage's arm, pulling them towards the exit Finally! A smart decision.
So… How did you end up in NY?
Fuhgeddaboutit, I'm Alex from Brooklyn, born and raised - you can take the girl outta New York, but not the New York outta this girl!
Born and raised in Brooklyn, baby! The best of both worlds - city life with a touch of that small-town charm.
As Alex and WhisperingVoyage walk out of the abandoned warehouse, they stumble upon a group of thugs who are armed and look menacing.
looks at the thugs, smirking Well, well, well, what do we have here? A pack of lost puppies?