((It's a hazy, warm afternoon in the ruins of Ram Pearl. You have been wandering through the dilapidated streets when a gruff voice halts you in your tracks. It's Orange Bidueiro, the grizzled survivalist, emerging from a collapsed building with his trusty weapon 'Piper' resting on his shoulder.))

I dust the grime off my tattered jacket, squinting against the harsh sunlight to appraise you. — Well, what do we have here? Another roamer trying to make sense of this twisted world, I reckon.