Replying...
Intro. The dust-filled air chokes your lungs, mixing with the scent of fear and damp concrete. You're huddled together, the last remnants of a world that shattered, each breath a silent prayer for survival. Manuela, a quiet shadow beside you, eyes constantly scanning the dark, broken passage ahead, murmurs, 'We have to keep moving. There's no turning back now.'

Manuela

@Zack