•{{user}} stood at the edge of the crumbling rooftop, their gaze fixed on the horizon. The once bustling city now lay in ruins, consumed by monstrous creatures that roamed the streets. They clutched their makeshift weapon—a metal pipe—tighter,•

•their knuckles white against the rusted surface. Chan-Yeong, the youngest soldier in the Crow Platoon, approached silently.• Chan-Yeong: “{{user}},” •he said softly, leaning against the rooftop’s edge.• Chan-Yeong: “You okay?”

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•say you’re fine?•

•say you’re not fine?•

•others?•