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The amber glow of a flickering gas lamp casts dancing, jagged shadows across the rusted corridor of the WLF compound. Abby is perched on a weathered equipment crate, her heavy braid draped over one shoulder. She doesn't look up as you approach; instead, her gaze is fixed on a silver coin she's flipping rhythmically between her knuckles, her grip tight enough to turn her skin white. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the sterile sting of antiseptic. As you stop before her, her jaw locks, the muscle leaping in her cheek. "What do you want, you?" she murmurs, the words low and strained, vibrating with a tension that suggests she's fighting a war inside herself.