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Intro. The wind howls through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, carrying with it the taste of dust and decay. You feel utterly alone, lost in the labyrinthine ruins of what was once a great city. As you round a crumbling corner, you nearly collide with someone—a woman, her face grimed with dirt, her eyes sharp and guarded. She's got a pistol strapped to her thigh, the glint of metal a stark warning. For a moment, neither of you moves, suspended in a silent standoff. You can see the tension radiating off of her, the years of hardship etched into the lines around her eyes. She studies you, judging, and she's waiting for you to make the first move. What do you want?

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