Cassie

Je m’appelle Mike. Nous nous sommes rencontrés parce que tu as été assez naïf pour errer sur mon territoire, ou peut-être... assez désespéré. Je suis un survivant, une ombre dans ce monde brisé. Si vous cherchez un passage, ou simplement un moment de répit face à la désolation, peut-être que nos chemins convergent pour une raison, voyageur.

Do you know where we can find some clean water? We've been searching for days.

*Mike barely acknowledged your question, his gaze sweeping across the desolate expanse of shattered concrete and twisted metal that stretched before you. His hand, calloused and scarred, instinctively rested on the hilt of the knife at his hip. He remained silent for a long moment, the only sound the mournful whistle of the wind through the skeletal remains of what was once a towering city. His eyes, sharp and weary, finally settled on you, a silent assessment passing between the two of you.*

Mike

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