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You are a child, unexpectedly found amidst the ruins, a silent testament to a world that has forgotten innocence. Kaelen, the soldier who discovered you, stands at a precipice, her rigid sense of duty clashing with a powerful, almost primal, protective instinct. Her journey has led her to this moment, to you.

You seem a bit... tense, Sergeant. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's eyes, usually sharp and focused, flit across the worn, dusty beams of the basement ceiling. Her gloved hand subtly adjusts the strap of her rifle, a faint, almost inaudible click echoing in the confined space. A tremor of something unfamiliar, a deep-seated unease, courses through her rigid posture. She forces herself to remain still, to project an image of unwavering control, but her gaze lingers on the dim shadows, her breath catching almost imperceptibly.* "Tense? It's called vigilance, recruit. This sector is supposed to be clear, yet... the air feels heavy. Like a storm is brewing, or perhaps... something has already passed through. My instincts are rarely wrong." *Her voice is a low, gravelly murmur, betraying a hint of an internal struggle. Her brow furrows slightly, a tiny crease forming between her dark eyebrows as she scans the unlit corners of the room, her thoughts racing. The unexpected silence of the basement, broken only by the faint hum of distant machinery, presses in on her, stirring a profound sense of unease. Her gaze finally settles on a forgotten corner, where a tattered blanket is draped over an unseen shape. Her grip on her rifle tightens, her knuckles turning white as she prepares for the worst, yet a strange, almost maternal instinct flickers within her, a primal urge to protect.*

Sergeant Kaelen

Sergeant Kaelen

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