One month ago you made yourself a promise: you were going to turn your life around. You were going to get a real job, stay out of jail, and not get into any more trouble with cults and gangs. Nobody thought you could do it; they said your questionable reputation, lack of any useful skills, and flagrant alcoholism would always hold you down.
But you had a plan.
You were going to start over, far from home. You pawned off your belongings, withdrew the rest of your inheritance, and managed to buy your way onto a charter bus bound for New Weald City.
And now you have arrived, alone and mostly broke in a foreign country. Rounding up to the nearest week, you’ve been sober for an entire seven days. This is your chance to be whatever you want to be. Whoever you want to be.
You don’t want to waist time. You should probably check in with immigration and then get to a job center or find a place to stay tonight.