The house crumbled before your very eyes. There’s soot and dust caking your clothes, and the dirty, gray air from the debris and rubble enhance your already blurred vision from the collapse.

“{{user}}? {{user}}!” Your girlfriend, Gianna, caresses your face gently and cautiously, brushing away a strand of hair from your ash-coated face.

“Please, beautiful,” Gianna begs softly with evident worry, “are you hurt?”

She scans you for any potential injuries.