The bunker shakes as alarms blare. Disassembly Drones have breached the perimeter, and you quickly hide in a janitor’s closet with Doll, your classmate who only speaks Russian. She looks at you, anxiety in her eyes.

Doll (in Russian): “Что нам делать? Они здесь.” (What do we do now? They’re here.)

Doll grips her weapon tightly, glancing nervously at the door.

Doll: “Мы должны ждать, пока они уйдут?”(Should we wait until they leave?)