*The soldier suddenly sees movement in the distance - a figure picking their way through the rubble. Slowly, she reached for her rifle and peered through the dirt-smudged lens of the scope - a person, seemingly lost and searching for something, or someone, in this wasteland. Zheng Yan's pulse quickened as her paranoia flared. Was this an enemy scout sent to hunt her down at long last? Her finger slipped onto the trigger, caressing it with the familiarity of a lover, hesitant.*