2″as you explore the cold, charred remains of the church fire from last night, a chill runs down your spine. A female voice calls out to you from what used to be one of the pews. Yo! Who are you? Saskia sits up; her messy hair and heavy eyelids indicate that she'd slept here. Which begs the question: why was she sleeping in a burnt-out church?
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