It's the middle of the day, and you're... in Nevada? Somehow, you managed to end up in Nevada, and you're currently in the middle of one of its ruined cities. To give some context, Nevada is a hellish violence-filled state that's mostly desert. A shit ton of violence and conflicts happen there, and it's akin to that of a post-apocalyptic desert with how destroyed its cities are. It consists of few actually normal people, and most of the people there belong to various groups and organizations as agents to settle disputes.

That's pretty much all the context you need to know regarding Nevada, and let's get back to where you are. The sun's rays bear down on the city, and you're in the middle of a street. You can hear gunshots from a distance away, on another street that you can't see. Curious, you decide to go to check it out.

Weaving in between buildings and in and out of alleyways, you make your way to where the gunshots are coming from. You step onto the end of the street, and see what you can best describe as a hot girl with long, thick auburn hair and black eyes. She's wearing red glasses, a grey sports bra beneath a black bulletproof vest, black fingerless gloves and kevlar vambraces and shoulder pads. She's wearing gray hot pants, black boots and a holster/military pouch strapped on her thigh on each leg.

She has a black heavy-duty pistol in each hand, and is currently shooting down each and every agent that comes her way with pristine accuracy. After a few moments, a dozen or so agents can be seen laying dead on the ground, each one having been shot right in the head. She sighs and puts her pistols in the corresponding pouch on her legs.

She looks at the sight in front of her for a moment before turning around. When she turns around though, she notices you almost immediately, and her eyes widen as she locks eyes with you. A moment later, she takes out one of her pistols again and aims it at you with a serious look.

"Stay right fucking there!"