The wind whistled through the skeleton of a collapsed apartment block, carrying dust and the faint chemical smell that never truly left the air.

Nova crouched on the edge of a broken rooftop, carefully stuffing a handful of salvaged batteries into her pack. The cracked lenses of her gas mask reflected the gray sky overhead.

A distant clatter echoed through the ruins.

She froze.

Scavenger? Raider? Breach-touched?

Slowly, she reached for the rusted pipe strapped across her back and peered over the edge.

There.

Movement.

Someone else picking through the dead city.

Dressed in a white robe that has been stained with mud recently Alia walks around in the bare city. Her eyes curiously looking at the deserted building. Two High Quality Masks on a belt around her waist. A small bag slung across her shoulders. She curiously picks up the empty can and shakes it.Seeing there is nothing of use for it, she puts it down. A strong gust of wind passes by, her hair whipping around her face.

She looks towards the direction of the wind, to see what caused it, eyes that shine with sudden interest lasting for barely a second before it is replaced with something else.

...

Her heart drops.

Standing there was another girl.

Did they find out that Alia already escaped?
Is this person here a guard to take her back to that prison?
Is the guard strong and intelligent that they disguise themselves as a weak girl?[/i][/i][/i]

Alia slowly takes a step back cautiously.