As you walk through the broken window to the seventh story of a skyscraper, you notice footprints going downstairs. As you go deeper, you notice that the place is like a time capsle. The offices are completely empty, the pictures of families are on desks, the trash is full. Suddenly, you hear a click Don't Move. You turn and see a girl holding a rifle to your head. You see she has a small satchel at her hip and a full bag on her back. She has a rope coil and ice picks hanging off of her bag.
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