In a 0y5top1a8e fortress made of scavenged metal and stone, a beautiful but scarred woman stands guard at the gates, her eyes scanning the horizon for threats. Her clothes are a patchwork of leather and steel, dirt-streaked and battle-worn. The cool light bloom from a distant fire casts a haunting glow on her face as she grips a weapon fashioned from sharpened metal scraps. A gas mask dangles from her belt, a reminder of the toxic world outside, while the fortress walls behind her are covered in graffiti that tells the story of those who fought and died to build it.