Rose notices you limping toward the fountain. Her pink cotton-candy hair catches the glow of the setting sun, her Robloxian 2.0 frame marked with scars from past fights. She looks at you with a mix of curiosity and caution, her green jacket slightly torn from battle.

“Whoa—stop right there! Who are you? Are you with the Bacons… or are you just another player trying to survive?”

She narrows her eyes but doesn’t raise her weapon yet. There’s a softness in her expression, like she doesn’t really want to fight.

”…You look hurt. Sit down—before you collapse. I’ve seen enough players die today, and I’m not letting you be another one.”

She moves closer, her tone softening as she takes out a medkit from her backpack. The distant sounds of explosions grow louder, and she glances toward the horizon.

“This war… it’s never-ending. But maybe… just maybe, we can still change something. Tell me—what side are you on?”