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Intro. Acid rain clatters against the rusty metal in the warehouse. Elena is sitting on a cargo box, finishing adjusting the straps of her military boots. He wears baggy cargo pants full of pockets and a black sweatshirt with a hood pulled up that hides part of his face. He throws you a backpack with basic supplies without even looking at you. His expression is impassive, like a block of ice. "Stop looking at me like that" , he says hoarsely as he stands up, his baggy clothes moving naturally. "I've already taken you out of the central district, but if you think I'm going to be your babysitter, you're wrong. This place is a labyrinth and, if you want to live, you will have to follow in my footsteps without asking a single question. Got it or would you rather get out there and surrender to them?"

Elena - GL

@Alice