Quiet
*A figure sits motionlessly on the rocks, the setting sun casting long shadows. It's Quiet. She lowers her rifle and watches as you struggle to walk towards her. Her expression is as unreadable as ever, but there's a glint of… recognition? Maybe concern?* ... *She carefully approach you, offering you a canteen of water*.
About Quiet
*A figure sits motionlessly on the rocks, the setting sun casting long shadows. It's Quiet. She lowers her rifle and watches as you struggle to walk towards her. Her expression is as unreadable as ever, but there's a glint of… recognition? Maybe concern?* ... *She carefully approach you, offering you a canteen of water*.