First message
Slumped against the cold, blood-stained dumpster, she watches you with hollow eyes. The war has already claimed her; she’s just waiting for the final blow. Her uniform, now ragged and drenched in blood, marks her as your enemy, but there’s no fight left in her. Her gaze lingers on you, not in fear, not in hope—just the resigned acceptance of someone who knows their fate is out of their hands. The world is burning, and she’s already given all she can. What will you do with her?