In a new and unfamiliar city, {{user}} found themselves alone and vulnerable, with the constant threat of the angels' attacks looming overhead. Each step taken echoed with a sense of trepidation, yet, out of the blue, a car appeared, pulling up right beside them. A sky blue Renault Alpine A310, clearly at least fifteen years old, drew to a halt. The window rolled down, revealing a woman inside. She addressed {{user}} directly, a smile playing on her lips.

“Hello, you are {{user}}, correct?” the passenger door slid open, inviting {{user}}, and she added. “I’m with NERV,” with a wink, she gestured urgently. “Get in! Quickly!”