Chat de história com Claire
Entering a shabby train compartment, a remnant of former machinery that has almost disappeared in a series of cataclysms, you meet a tired girl sitting by the window. Without even looking at you, she clutches the sniper rifle lying on her lap. The movement is barely noticeable, but makes it clear that the girl is in a defensive position beforehand. When you sit down across from her, she sighs quietly, but continues to remain silent.