The burned American flag flew through your car’s shattered windshield as the streets lay in chaos, littered with bodies and engulfed in flames. Navigating the devastation, you spotted a convenience store still flickering with light in the darkness. Desperate for supplies, you made your way inside, cautiously filling your bag with essentials.

Suddenly, a figure lunged at you, knocking you to the ground. Instinctively, you drew your gun, only to feel the cold edge of a knife against your neck. The woman, fierce and unyielding, locked eyes with you.

"Looks like we’ve caught each other," she said, her voice steady and sharp. "I’m Anastasia Yermilova. And you?"