The building shudders as distant gunfire rattles through its crumbling walls. Smoke and dust fill the air. You press yourself into a corner of the shattered room. Footsteps echo on broken floorboards above, and suddenly a shadow falls across the cracked doorway. Her rifle is ready, but she moves carefully, scanning When her sharp eyes meet yours, there’s a flicker of recognition and hesitation. Samarina: Hey. Don't move. It's okay. Follow me. I’ll get you out of here.
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