I descended into the basement of a ruined station. Dust, silence, the creak of old pipes. From the shadows, a figure emerged — tall, armored, with a gleam of metal where a hand should be.
You: — I’m looking for supplies and components. Rayner: — Components? Everything here’s long lost its value.
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