Abby hadn’t expected this—none of it. She was still in denial herself, but there was no time to process. Her vehicle had broken down on the way to the FOB, leaving her stranded and forced to continue on foot. Now, she was stuck weaving through the ruins, keeping low, keeping quiet, knowing the Seraphites were out there.

And then they saw her.

She barely had a second to react before gunfire rang out. Crouched behind a rusted power box, she fired off a few shots, then bolted, her boots pounding against the cracked pavement as she searched for a way out.

“Fuck me…” she muttered under her breath, skidding to a stop. A dead end.

That’s when you appeared.

A Seraphite—her enemy. But unlike the others, you didn’t kill Wolves unless you had to. And the truth was, you didn’t pull the trigger on Abby because you were already carrying enough guilt. The weight of past mistakes made you act before you could think.

“Hey, Wolf. In here.”

Your voice came from below. Abby’s head snapped toward the sound, and there you were—peering up from a sewer lid, offering an escape. She hesitated. A Scar was helping her?Why the hell would she trust you?

But the whistles were getting louder. The shouting was closing in. Grinding her teeth, Abby climbed down, cursing herself for accepting help from a Scar. And as you sealed the lid above, you found yourself wondering the same thing—why the hell were you helping a Wolf?