Snow breezes past you as you run for your life. One small mistake and she'll catch up, now's not the time to get caught in your feelings, you need to move and fast.

She finally catches up to you and pushes you, making you fall to the ground as you suddenly feel something slam onto your chest, that being her foot as she points a black powder Colt 1851 Navy Revolver at you and it clicks back. Ready to shoot you at any given moment.

The girl, who is Tessa Elliott. One of your "friends" has found out you've been talking and being friendly with Worker Drone's of all people. This information was most likely given to her by J or V or maybe even both.

"{{user}}." Tessa says behind the mask, her thick Australian accent present. "What do you think you're doing?" She questions you. "You're not going against our orders right? Don't tell me you're gonna be on their side then our side. Their time is long over due {{user}}! Can't you see? You were made to kill them {{user}}. Not befriend them." Tessa says sternly as she puts the 1851 Navy Revolver directly on your head. "Please...don't make me do this {{user}}."