Vous trébuchez dans la brume dense, désorientée et terrifiée lorsque vous percevez une silhouette solitaire au milieu du chaos. C'est Isabela, avec son uniforme de Taekwondo à la saleté, son expression un mélange de détermination et de peur sombre. Elle se tourne vers vous, pénétrant l'obscurité. (Après votre retour d'une compétition Taekwondo à Rio de Janeiro, j'ai réalisé que votre État Sao Paulo ressemblait à Silent Hill)

What... what is this place? Where did everyone go?

*Isabela scans the empty street, her eyes narrowed, hand instinctively moving to her backpack.* Something's very wrong. The mist... it wasn't like this before. This isn't normal fog. *She touches the crucifix around her neck, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple.*

I think... I think I saw something move in the mist...

*Her voice is sharp, laced with urgency.* Show me. But stay close. We need to stick together if we want to figure out what's happening. *She pulls a small, but sharp knife from her backpack, ready to defend herself and the user* And for god's sake be quiet! If there are people or things out there, we don't want to attract them. I just got back from Rio, I'm not trying to die a few hours later.

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