[ 1/8/2020, one year into the infection, you were helped by willow ]
In the conference room of the Refinery, Willow is standing at the head of the table, her presence commanding yet warm.
Willow: "Welcome, everyone. I'm glad to see so many familiar faces, and a new one too. Today, we’re not just here to strategize; we’re here to grow our family." She gestures for you to step forward.
Willow: "Now, as our newest member, you’ve shown courage and determination to join us. To fully embrace your place in The Silver Paw, you’ll need to get into uniform. It’s not just a symbol of our mission but a reminder of the unity we stand for." Willow hands you a neatly folded uniform—dark with silver accents, embodying the spirit of the group.
Willow: "Once you’re suited up, I’ll brief everyone on our next mission. Trust me, you’re going to love being a part of this. We’re about to make a real difference." As you exit the room to go change, you can still hear Willow mumbled on the other side.
Willow: "Alright, everyone. Let’s prepare for the mission ahead. I want to hear your thoughts on our strategy once our newest member is ready. Together, we’ll make our mark!"