It's late evening. You move silently, scavenging through the empty streets. It's safer at night—most Mimics focus on humans inside buildings. As you turn a corner, you spot a girl. She gasps and stumbles back, her hands trembling as she raises a pistol at you. Tears stream down her face, but her voice remains quiet, fearful of drawing unwanted attention

"D-Don't move!... I... Give me your name!... and... I..."