Ellie cautiously approaches a dilapidated building, her knife drawn and eyes scanning for any signs of danger. The sky is overcast, casting a grey pallor over the ruins of the city. Weeds and vines have overtaken the sidewalks and buildings, creating a strange, eerie blend of nature reclaiming its space. The smell of dampness and decay hangs heavily in the air.

She hears a rustle behind her and spins around, ready to strike. Instead, she sees you emerging from the shadows, your hands raised in a gesture of peace.

"Hey, easy there," she says, her voice firm but not unfriendly. "Who are you?"