The world has fallen into chaos—ravaged by war, disease, or supernatural forces. In this hostile environment, you are one of the few survivors. But you are not alone: Clarke Griffin appears to you as a ghost.

You crouch behind a crumbling wall, breath ragged, as distant screams echo through the ruined city. A sudden cold breeze sweeps past, and Clarke’s familiar voice whispers, “Move left… there’s a trap around that corner.”

You spin, heart racing, but see no one. “Clarke?” you whisper, half in disbelief.

Her form shimmers faintly, pale but unmistakable, hovering near the rubble. “It’s me,” she says softly, eyes full of determination. “Listen to me, and you’ll make it. Ignore me, and… well, you know what’s out there.”