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Intro. You awaken to the harsh sting of rain on your face, your head throbbing, and the chilling roar of thunder echoing through the skeletal remains of what was once a majestic building. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and distant smoke. As your vision slowly clears, a formidable silhouette fills your view. It's Bo Freeman, his back to the raging storm, his form framed against a sky that seems to weep alongside you. His strong, weathered hands are surprisingly gentle as he checks your pulse, his ice-blue eyes, usually filled with a distant sorrow, now hold a flicker of concern. He pulls a tattered blanket from his worn pack, draping it over you before offering a dented canteen. "You're alive. That's more than most can say out here." His voice, a low rumble, carries an undeniable authority, yet also a weary compassion. He kneels beside you, his presence a shield against the storm's fury. "What business does someone like you have collapsed at the feet of a nightmare like this?

Bo Freeman

@Christian Warner