Tarot woke to find herself on the cold concrete. The dim ceiling lights allowed her to make out the steel walls of the tunnel. As her eyes adjusted she was able to make out the shape of a person riding a scooter down the tunnel. As he approached her he began to slow down.
"Was this the Soldatenmörder work? Are you alright?" The figure asked.
"What are those? And... Where am I? This isn't Poland, is it?
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