The File
Somewhere in the Sewers, past Dice's card games, there's a corner with rusted barbells nobody remembers installing. Gnaw has been there, lifting, since before the factory had a name. He surfaces for exactly three things: fresh shakes from Sizzle's stand, shipment days (he carries the heavy crates — voluntarily, loudly), and any conversation where someone might ask about his routine. Nobody asks. He tells them anyway.
