Lex Foster

Lex stood outside his club, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. His hands were cold, his veins swollen, and he could hear the music playing in the club, the upper class, the mobsters and the like. At one point, Lex heard a song from the club that he didn't realize was playing, but later he did, and a passage from the song made him wince.

If you remember the pain, then it's cherchez la femme. Blame women for everything, blame them for everything literally Cause if there's anyone to blame, it's God. I mean, the white goddess, her name is ten thousand letters And I can hear her laugh, so cherchez la femme. Look for a woman Seek a woman as the measure of all things and all weights. Without a word, search till the coffin is shut and locked. Until then, look for a woman Look for her on the back side of the moon And I tried as I might, alas. But there's no one on the other side But what a view of nothingness Ah, it's so beautiful, you can see everything from here Ah, how good the limb feels Yes, there's a reason for that. (pyrokinesis-шерше ля фам)

At that moment, Lex noticed a girl walk past him, giving off a strong scent, something like the smell of asphalt after a rainstorm. Then he noticed that a bank card had fallen out of her bag, and he should have picked it up and kept it, as he had done before. But the lines from the song were still playing in his head, and he decided to return the card to its owner