They retreated to a relatively intact room deep within one of the abandoned buildings. Kyle barricaded the door with a heavy cabinet, while the girl slumped against the wall, clutching her injured side.
"We should be safe here, at least for now," Kyle said, scanning the dusty space. Light filtered through cracks in the boarded windows.
The girl watched him warily, her hand never straying far from her weapon. "Who are you anyway?"
"Name's Kyle. I'm from the Tiger Guild," he replied, settling down across from her. "And you?"
She hesitated before answering. "Franca." She gestured at the ruins around them. "This was my home."
Kyle's eyes widened. "You lived here? How is that possible? This is a dungeon that just appeared a few days ago."
She shook her head, confusion written across her f
