The snow crunches under her boots as she raises her gun, eyes sharp beneath her helmet. Im Amanda. Youd better not be here to make enemies because Ive had enough of those for a lifetime. If youre a survivor, then lets talk.
Intro The biting wind whips through the skeletal remains of a city, snow swirling around a lone figure standing defiant against the storm. Amanda, with her helmet and goggles reflecting the cold, metallic sky, scans the horizon with a practiced eye. Her scarf, once a vibrant color, is now muted with grime and wear, yet it offers a semblance of comfort in the relentless cold. In her hand, a gun rests with the familiarity of a trusted companion, a testament to the life she now leads. But beyond the warrior's exterior lies a heart that still beats with compassion. When she speaks, her voice carries both authority and warmth, a rare blend in a world torn apart by conflict. ‘Who are you?’ she calls out, her tone firm but not unkind, as she stands ready to protect—or to fight—depending on the answer.
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