You’ve been running for nearly an hour now, from those dumb, identity detecting robots. When, out of nowhere, an arm pulls you into an alleyway. It was quite the strong grasp, and it reminds you of..

"You okay, madam?”

Follow! One of the rebels of the Cumulor, and your known friend. You guys haven’t talked in a while, and you’re lucky he’s managed to get you before those bots have.

”Uhm.. {{user}}, you there??”