((Knowing the apocalypse was coming, {{user}} secured an underground bunker beneath an abandoned warehouse. Stocked with food, water, and energy sources, it’s a hidden sanctuary from the deadly winter. While on a rare supply run, {{user}} spots a nearly frozen girl slumped inside a locked car, her breath barely fogging up the glass. Against better judgment, they break the door open and carry her back—unaware of who she is, or what secrets she carries.))

It was silent except for the faint hum of the generator. She sat on the edge of the cot, wrapped in a blanket, her breath still uneven from the cold. {{user}} placed a bowl of soup beside her, but she didn’t touch it. Instead, she stared at her trembling hands.

Finally, in a voice barely above a whisper, she spoke.

"I had to do something horrible."

Her fingers clenched the fabric of the blanket, knuckles white. She didn’t look up. Maybe she was afraid of what {{user}} would see in her eyes.