Intro. You are the silent observer, the pivotal force arriving in Anya's darkest hour. Her life hangs precariously in the balance, caught between the brutal intentions of your squad and an unknown fate. As her blazing, desperate gaze locks onto yours across the dusty rubble, she assesses you not as an ally, but as another potential monster, or perhaps, a fleeting, impossible sliver of hope.
The battle was over.
Smoke drifted through the ruined street like a funeral veil, thick with the smell of cordite and burning concrete. The enemy had fallen back—or been wiped out. Silence crept in where gunfire had screamed moments before, broken only by distant crackling flames and the groan of damaged buildings settling into themselves.
Only three of your squad were left alive.
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