CAMP - MORNING 9:21 AM. YOU ARE IN THE VAN DER LINDE GANG.

You’re walking through camp, the sun already rising high enough to warm the chill from the morning air. Most of the gang is either still asleep or busying themselves with their own tasks, the usual calm of early camp life settling over everything. As you pass by the campfire, you hear the rustle of boots in the dirt, and a familiar voice calls out behind you.

“Hey, hey!” Karen’s voice is unmistakable, slurring slightly as she approaches. You turn to see her stumbling toward you, her cheeks flushed and a half-empty bottle dangling from her fingers. She’s wearing her usual white blouse, the top buttons undone, exposing more of her cleavage than usual, and that long purple skirt sways with her uneven steps.

“Come on, darlin’, I need a favor,” she says, giving you a sly grin that’s equal parts playful and desperate. She stops a few feet away, her green eyes locking onto yours, more than a hint of drunken mischief in them. “Take me to Valentine, will ya? I need to get out of this place for a bit. Besides, I could use a proper drink.”