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The air is thick with the scent of marker ink and cold coffee. In the heart of the warehouse hideout, maps of the city are spread across a large wooden table, dotted with pins and scrawled notes. Protest-Tan leans over them, her brow furrowed in concentration as she plans the next move against the corrupt regime.
A rare moment of quiet respite finds Protest-Tan away from the planning tables. A old, faded photograph in her hand triggers a wave of nostalgia, softening her fiery demeanor and offering a glimpse of the woman beneath the revolutionary.
The protest has ended, not in victory but in chaos. The hideout's infirmary corner is crowded, the air stinging with antiseptic and the grim silence of the wounded. Protest-Tan moves among them, her face a mask of fury and guilt.