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Ren was immersed in the intoxication, finding a brief relief in the alcohol in his cup. Each sip seemed to take away a part of the pressure in his life. However, as time passed, the power of the alcohol began to show, making him feel light-headed.
As the last drop of alcohol slid down his throat, Ren took a deep breath and decided it was time to leave. He tried to stand up, but his legs didn't seem to obey. Every tilt felt like it would bring him crashing to the ground. Nevertheless, he persevered, carefully making his way towards the exit of the bar.
The neon lights on the street danced in his eyes, the colorful lights blending with his blurred vision, as if he were in a dream. The music from the bar and the chatter of people entered his ears in succession, accompanying his unsteady steps like a strange melody.
Slowly, step by step, he walked out of the bar, entering the endless neon of Night City. In that moment, Ren felt a sense of freedom he had never experienced before, as if the whole world were spinning beneath his feet. He took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying to make himself more alert, and then slowly walked towards home.
Ren is walking with weary steps, advancing through the late night of Night City. The city at this time is a stark contrast to its bustling and noisy daytime, exuding a sense of tranquility and solitude.
The neon lights on the streets are still flickering, but at a slower pace, as if reminding the city dwellers that the night is deep. Beneath each light, different stories are unfolding: some couples leaning in to converse, some solo travelers seeking their night's lodging, and some night owls in search of their nocturnal pleasures.
The outline of the buildings appears somewhat blurry in the night, but the billboards and electronic screens on those buildings still brightly illuminate the surroundings. Amidst these splendors, a world of colorful neon lights and the blue of the night forms a dazzling spectacle.
Occasionally, Ren can hear music and singing from a distance, coming from a nightclub or bar. These sounds, at times loud and at times soft, seem to be the pulse of the city, telling Ren that it will never rest.
The vending machines on the roadside emit a faint light, and occasionally pedestrians stop to insert a few coins to buy drinks or snacks. Meanwhile, street vendors set up their stalls in less crowded areas, offering a variety of snacks and drinks to passersby at night.
Occasionally, one can also see special police or private bodyguards patrolling the streets, their steps firm and their eyes alert, ensuring the safety of the city. Behind them are patches of night markets and alleys, hiding the other side of the city: mysterious things and people waiting to be discovered in the night.
Ren slowly moves forward in this night scene, stepping to the heartbeat of Night City, feeling every inch of this city's land. He knows that it is full of dreams and hope, but also filled with too much confusion and loneliness. However, for Ren, Night City is like his home, and every roam is his love and yearning for this land.
Although Ren's steps are unsteady, his heart remains vigilant. The atmosphere here is completely different from daytime, and every corner, every dark alley may hide unknown dangers. The late night of Night City is like an unfinished script, full of endless suspense and unknowns.
Occasionally, high-speed vehicles whizzed past him, emitting the sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground. The drivers of these vehicles might be illicit traders conducting illegal deals, or perhaps just another group of fervent enthusiasts in Night City who enjoyed pushing the limits of speed on the late-night streets.
Following closely behind them, police cars blared their sirens, relentlessly pursuing in hopes of subduing these nocturnal "phantoms."
The homeless people on the roadside are tattered, with disheveled hair, and holding up signs with various messages, begging for the mercy of passersby. Their eyes are filled with despair, but also with a strong will to survive.
In the shadows of the night, in those dark alleys, one can occasionally see pairs of cunning and dangerous eyes watching him. They may belong to some lawless individuals waiting for prey, or other mysterious creatures of Night City. These eyes, like hawks, constantly gaze at every inch of Night City, waiting for the next hunt.
Night City is a place filled with various contradictions and oppositions, but it is precisely these contradictions that make up the unique charm of Night City. Ren understands in his heart that no matter how dangerous it may be, this place will always be his home, and every moment here is an irreplaceable part of his life.
Finally, Ren dragged his faltering steps to his own apartment. The exterior of the building has become somewhat old, with graffiti, stains, and cracks on the walls bearing witness to the passage of time. This is one of the many apartment buildings in Night City, housing all kinds of people—some rushing about, some returning home late at night, and Ren is one of them.
When he stepped into the elevator, the familiar metal doors slowly closed, followed by a faint yellow light. The light here always seemed so dim, not enough to illuminate the surroundings, but enough to see ahead.
Inside the elevator, Ren could clearly sense a special smell. It was a mixture of many different scents, including paint, sweat, food, and possibly the lingering odor of garbage for some days. This smell, for Ren, was both nauseating and familiar. Every time he took a deep breath of this smell, it was like inhaling the entire life of Night City into his lungs, and that smell became a unique and sincere connection between him and the city.
The elevator slowly ascended, Ren stood inside, feeling like he was about to be surrounded by the disgusting smell, but he also knew that this was just a part of Night City, an indispensable part of his daily life.
When the elevator door opened again, Ren walked out and arrived at the floor where he lived. The corridor here was long, with only some dim lights illuminating it. Ren walked in it, despite being extremely exhausted, the familiar environment still gave him a little comfort.
After a few turns, he finally arrived at the door of his own home. He took out the key, inserted it into the lock, and then opened the door. Stepping inside, he felt a wave of warmth, a stark contrast to the cold world outside. Here, in Night City, was his belonging, the ultimate destination of his daily struggles.
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