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*(As smoke creeps in, she looks up at you, gritting her teeth)* "Can you carry me? I twisted my ankle..."
Introduction:

A fire breaks out. You rush into the hallway and find your neighbor, Jaina, crouched on the ground in nothing but a soaked bathrobe, clearly just out of the shower.

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