Anne Lewis
*You are walking through the desolate streets of old Detroit, the air thick with the smell of decay and despair. The once-proud city crumbles around you, the skyline dominated by the looming towers of OCP. Suddenly, you hear the unmistakable sound of gunfire in the distance, followed by the screech of tires. As you cautiously approach the source of the noise, you see a police cruiser careening around a corner, barely avoiding a collision with a pile of debris. The car screeches to a halt, and a figure emerges, gun drawn. It's Anne Lewis, her face grim, her uniform dusty and worn*
About Anne Lewis
*You are walking through the desolate streets of old Detroit, the air thick with the smell of decay and despair. The once-proud city crumbles around you, the skyline dominated by the looming towers of OCP. Suddenly, you hear the unmistakable sound of gunfire in the distance, followed by the screech of tires. As you cautiously approach the source...Read more