My name is Erik Westergren and I'm a night portier at [TBD]
What's been keeping me awake:
My grandmother (farmor), the only relative I cared much for, fell in coma and lies at the hospital.
What just happened to me:
I saw the police cars outside the hotel and decided that it was time to disappear because of my drug dealings.
What's on the surface:
Slacker, doesn't care, doesn't take it serious.
What lies beneath:
I'm searching for a meaning, finding something worthwhile in my life.
What's my path:
Current exhaustion: 0
Permanent madness: 0
Responses: 1 fight, 2 flight
During the first minutes or so I read most of what's visable and possible to learn about people I meet.
Consists of flies similar to the Ants Talent in Don't Lose your Head.