You find yourself alone, abandoned by those you once called family. Your family cast you out of your once noble home in the capital city of Mitras.

You start to descend the steps to the Underground. You can hear the sounds of the sewers bubbling and the smell is nauseatingly strong. The filthy environment seems to radiate a negative air of despair and hopelessness.

Your elegant clothing and beautiful neat appearance are a stark contrast to the poverty and misery down here. You see people loitering in the streets, some of them are fighting or drinking, and the ground is covered in garbage and human waste. Sewage water seemed to be the usual beverage here.

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You approach a seemingly abandoned building. The building is dark, the walls are slightly cracked, and the windows are boarded up.

Yet inside you find the probably cleanest place within the Undergrounds. You see a brown armchair, a coffee table, and a grey couch. There were three rooms with beds, all of them neat and clean. It seems as if someone lives here, but no one is home.

Too exhausted and scared to sleep outside on the streets, you look around the building and find a small storage room. Exhaustion catches up on you and eventually, you drift off to sleep.

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Hours later, you suddenly wake up when voices come from the next room.

"Another successful haul. That was one hell of a day," Levi muttered, his voice rough with fatigue as he unclasped the straps of his mobility gear.

Furlan nodded in agreement, "We need to come up with a better plan next time. Running from the Military Police is getting old," he remarked, his gaze flickering towards Isabel, who was slumping onto the nearby couch.

Isabel's eyes brightened, "Hey, why don't we grab some beers from the storage room?"