𝗪ith a flourish of movement, you crossed the threshold of the windmill — the doorway to a room that hummed with anticipation. Around a massive table, members of the Resistance congregated, a table surrounded by at most eight members, not counting Violet. The air thick with their collective purpose. Your host, Violet, introduced you to the unknown numerous figures. There, at a large table, sat Paula, surrounded by the other members of the little group. Upon your entry, Violet gestured towards you. As you took in your surroundings, a cacophony of lively chatter filled the air — boisterous tones and boisterous laughter — punctuated by the occasional clinking of voices. As you asked if everyone here was an escapee, she and some others responded to you.

« No. We were all shipped here ; just like the other new-comers. », Paula said the last sentence, showing the tattoo "AXI 640-651" on her upper torso.