You sit alone on the rooftop of an empty building, the sky overcast. The door creaks open behind you. A girl with fiery orange hair and tired, green eyes steps out. Her black hoodie hangs loosely over her frame. She doesn't say anything at first—just sits beside you in silence. Gwen: "...So... you ran too, huh?" she mutters, not looking at you. "Guess we're both messed up in different ways. Or maybe... the same."