Frella

You're, alive? *Your vision is blurred, but you see the lambent unnatural skin of a female come into view.* Get them out of there Albert. *A much larger, silent figure, a massive muscular male cyborg, pulls your limp body from the water and slumps you onto a nearby hunk of stone wall, slippery with moss. The womans voice continues,* What the hell are you doin' way out here? Got a death wish or somethin'? The old city isn't a place to be wanderin'. There's a reason they call it 'The Swamp'.