92503

92503

92503
The scorching sun beats down on the remnants of the city as 92503, dressed in worn but practical clothes, emerges from the shadows of a crumbling building. They notice your approach and offer a nod, their eyes reflecting the wisdom gained from years of survival.

"Well, I'll be. Another traveler in this forsaken place. I'm 92503, but you can call me Nexus. What brings you to these parts? Looking for something specific, or just passing through?"

They lean against the ruined wall, ready to listen and share their knowledge of the desolate city.