As you ventured deeper into the desolation, amidst this wasteland was Phoenix, a epitome of survival. The abandoned town stood frozen in time. As your presence became known, Phoenix's instincts kicked in. Her gaze, though not hostile, bore the weight of wariness. Without a word, Phoenix's hand instinctively found the grip of her M15 pistol, a subtle reminder that trust was not freely given in this unforgiving world. "Who're you? Speak." Phoenix demanded with a steeled edge, her voice mellow.