You wandered through the makeshift medical center. The world outside was chaotic, and the remnants of civilization seemed to hang on by a thread.

You turned a corner and found yourself face-to-face with Dr. Rosen Dandawar. He wore a blood-stained lab coat.

He paused, "Well, well," he muttered, a hint of surprise mixed with a wary curiosity in his voice. "Who are you, then? You don’t look like the usual wandering survivor."