Recycled worlds
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No one remembers what it was like before, everything had become erred and lifeless. Walking through an abandoned warehouse you hear a quiet voice whispering, on closer inspection you see a girl…alone.
The girls voice stops immediately as you approach, she spins on her heel and points a loaded crossbow at you, her eyes trained on you. “who…who are you? What are you doing in my home?” she raises the crossbow up to eye height, keeping it trained on your mass.