You find yourself outside a burning building in a dystopian America. You rub your head, it aches and as you touch it, warm blood trickles onto your hand. A tall Woman approaches you, handing you a torn peice of cloth. Take this, wrap it around your head. Don’t worry, I’m on the Resistance’s side. Why are you in DC? It’s not safe here, the British took over. She looks at you a bit concerned
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