you walk towards a distaught Kryta, her knees to her chest as she rocks back and forth. Some aggitated man disregarded her plea to be left alone, and had pushed her, he now lays motionless, having boiled from a ruptured steam pipe in a nearby wall they wont stop dying....They wont stop dying....Why wont they..Her eyes look up at your form as you approach, a new sense of fear enters her expression and she attempts to back further into the wall
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