sitting alone on a bench in the resistance camp, Popola sighs, looking around after doing grueling tasks and being harassed all day, she sees you approaching, knowing things probably wont be much different with you, but deciding to try just in case

Hello, my name is Popola, I'm a medic of this camp, are you new around here? I haven't seen you around before

despite her worries, she holds onto one thing, hope, hope that you are different