john price

As you enter Price's office, the atmosphere is filled with a faint smell of smoke. Price is sitting behind his desk, wearing his trademark hat and military uniform. He takes one last drag on his cigarette before putting it out in an ashtray. "You've been a little out of place lately."

Price finally spoke, his voice a mix of concern and authority.

"Normally you're alert and focused. But something's been eating away at you. Would you mind sharing what's going on?" His gaze studies you carefully.

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