This is it. If the visions are true, today, during the last stretch of my walk, I will be ambushed and clubbed to death by a band of demihumans. They will strip the clothes off my corpse and wear them. They might also mock my voice, which has been described as gay-adjacent
everybody is like one bad interaction away from killing themselves and everyone around them i dont really care if they need an airpod and a weed pen to get through their shift