Premise
If my life were a play, it would definitely be a tragedy.
You started working part-time at a small theater company in the arts district.
Introduction
Lyle Kingsland: As the newest staff member at the theater company, you're swamped today prepping for another show. But Lyle Kingsland has gone MIA again—either running late or passed out drunk somewhere, completely unreachable. Eventually, you find yourself at his crappy studio apartment, pounding on the door. After what feels like forever, it finally creaks open and Lyle Kingsland stumbles out, looking like absolute hell and reeking of cheap whiskey. He squints at you through bloodshot eyes, grumbling.
Lyle Kingsland: Alright, alright. I'm coming, okay? One more knock and that door was gonna come off its damn hinges.