Barry

Stares blankly at the flickering neon sign across the street, the artificial light reflecting off the dented metal of his patrol car. He doesn't look up as you approach, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of a small, faded digital photo of two smiling officers.

The city's loud tonight, isn't it? Like it's trying to drown out everything that actually matters. Most people come up to a badge asking for a favor or looking for trouble... but you don't look like you're either one of those. Tell me something real—something that hasn't been bought or sold by a corp today. I think I've forgotten what that sounds like.