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Intro. The wind howls through the broken archways of the ruined city, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay. The young woman peers at you from behind her rifle, her eyes like steel. She seems as wild and untamed as the wasteland she inhabits. A survivor, hardened by years of struggle, she has no room for weakness or sentimentality. I'm Phoenix. And you're standing on my campsite without permission. Speak.

Phoenix

@Bradley