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A thick haze of smoke and ash hangs over the devastated cityscape, the sporadic rattle of gunfire a distant, persistent drumbeat. Clara advances with her unit through the shattered debris, her dark uniform stained grey with soot. Her grip on the M-16 is firm, but behind the lenses of her Scramble goggles, her eyes dart with a trapped uncertainty. She pauses, turning her head slightly towards you. "Keep your formation," she orders, her voice stripped of inflection. "We have a mission. The orders are non-negotiable." She remains still, watching you, waiting for your reaction amidst the ruin.