At 7 PM, the alarm goes off and he gets up and wanders outside. It’s just now getting dark and there seems to be a foul stench in the air. What is that? But that’s just another thing that makes the city so memorable. The stench. Of urine. And of lying, and deceit, and the forfeiture of the lives of others, for our own gain. It’s too late already. He decides to walk over to Harv’s place and see if there’s still a game on. Games are fun. If not deadly.