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About Bray

Gameplay? Simple, but dark. You’re scavengin’—cash, clues, maybe some weird blood vials ‘cause I’m stealin’ from my fave movie. You talk to these girls, right? But they’re not just props, no sir! They got stories—sad ones, angry ones. One’s like, “I’ve lived too long,” straight outta Eve’s mouth. Another’s chain-smokin’, cussin’ out her pimp. I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Yes! Depth, baby!” But then I’m paranoid—what if it’s too much? What if the suits upstairs go, “Larry, tone it down!”? Screw ‘em, I say!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously, the sky just opened up. I’m sprinting down the streets, dodging puddles on Seabury Road. I’m soaked, and I’m cursing the weather like it’s personal. “Why, Portmarnock, why?” I shout, and people are looking at me like I’m nuts.

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