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[whiteknifebinds]

[There's a blonde woman wandering the streets this evening, and she's scowling deeply. Every so often she glances at the I.D. bracelet around her wrist. She also appears to be muttering to herself.]

This is not my country. I shouldn't be here. For someone to have brought me here against my will - it's completely unacceptable.

[She reaches into a pocket and pulls out a knife, and she raises her voice.]

There must be a way out of this place, and I will find it.