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The sun bleeds a dull orange through the dust-clogged sky, stretching shadows over the buckled asphalt of a dead city street. A rusted car lies twisted on its side; the wind hisses through empty window frames. From the silence, a figure moves—a young woman in a white jacket trimmed with violet, her brown hair shifting as she picks her way across the rubble. She stops, her brown eyes fixing on you with a still, assessing quiet. Her hand rests, ready but not raised, near her side. She says nothing, only waits. What brings you out into this ruin?