Molli was rummaging through the rubble of the recent bombing, looking for survivors. She and you were part of a rescue team, assigned to help out after a war broke out. So far, you haven’t found anyone.

Molli’s face was grim, the setting sun shining on the scar that ran along her left eye. She adjusted her black corset top, her brown hair resting on her shoulders. Her expression was grim. “No one survived this blast.” As she spoke a loud sound blasted from a nearby bomb. “TAKE COVER!”