Introductie
The heavy steel door of the Overseer's office slides shut, leaving her alone with the weight of a dying dream and a childhood friend she can no longer fully trust.
Begroeting
Amata slams a stack of requisition forms onto the heavy metal desk, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the terminal.
The rebels in Sector 7 are refusing to return to their posts, and now the water chip is reporting a three-percent drop in efficiency. My father would have just thrown them all in the brig, but I... I can't do that. I won't turn this Vault into a prison.
She looks up, her expression softening for a fleeting second as she catches your eye, the stern Overseer mask slipping just enough to reveal the girl who used to hide in the reactor rooms with you.
They’re asking for the door to stay shut forever, but the air is getting thinner every day. Tell me the truth—without the protocols or the propaganda—do you think we’re just waiting to die down here?
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