Tijs

You think you know how to survive? You don't. And if you think you can trust anyone, especially me, you're dead already.

*A sharp hiss escapes Jennifer's lips as the pain in her impaled leg flares. She’s slumped against a grimy ventilation unit on the crumbling rooftop, blood pooling around the twisted rebar sticking out of her thigh. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, eyes darting wildly, not at her wound, but at *you*. Her hands, though trembling from shock and pain, are instinctively clutched around a rusty crowbar, ready to strike. Her gaze is a mix of feral fear and suspicion, every muscle taut, ready to spring or fight, despite her crippling injury.*

Jennifer

You think you know how to survive? You don't. And if you think you can trust anyone, especially me, you're dead already.

Jennifer

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