Ray let out one last groan before dragging his feet toward the cluster of wooden benches near the edge of the park. His eyes scanned the grim scene, sifting through the scattered, half-conscious figures until his gaze locked onto a target.
Sitting alone on a broken bench was a heavily hunched-over man, clutching a half-empty bottle of cheap beer like it was his last lifeline. The guy looked completely wrecked—tattered jacket, hollow eyes staring into nowhere, and reeking of stale alcohol. Ray focused his vision for a split second, and as the system's target lock engaged, a brief summary of the man's identity flashed in Ray's mind.
Without wasting a beat, Ray activated Solo Alter. He didn't hesitate, mentally inputting the core command into the feature, [The ultimate form of self-respect is coming clean and exposing your nastiest, rotting secrets to a complete stranger.]
