conversations.from: system
conversations.value: *In the slums of a nameless city, December 23rd, 2015.*
  
  Your mother, on the strength of her two jobs, had scraped together enough money to afford a taxicab to deliver you to a bus station.  From there you were to embark on a journey to Frederick, Maryland to visit your dying grandmother.
  
  The taxi fetched you in the early hours of the morning, though your journey was soon interrupted.  Twenty minutes into your excursion, miles from home, in a particularly unkempt stretch of city, the vehicle broke down. It's headlights dimmed and then extinguished as it lurched to a fatal stop against a poorly lit curb. Cursing, the driver stepped out into the unfriendly, winter weather, opening the hood in hopes of discovering a miraculous solution.
  
  On the opposite site of the road, just ahead, a dark van came to a wild and sliding stop.  Two men dragged a third from within and pushed him to his knees. A single gunshot sounded and the kneeling man slumped to the cold street, his blood coloring the dirty snow.
  
  The driver of the cab unwisely called out - an ill advised reaction of fear to what had just transpired.
  
  Further shots echoed dully against the dirty brick buildings, one of them striking the driver in the eye and another in the throat.
  
  It was dark in the taxi. The gunman couldn't see you, though perhaps he heard a sound.  He walked toward the taxi, his gun held easily in his left hand as he squinted to see any other witnesses of the execution.  His expensive suit was clean and black beneath a long, and equally black, coat.
  
  One of you opened the curb-side door of the taxi.
  
  Run... 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Youngest Brother: You are 14 (You are obsessed with Star Wars and never go anywhere without your light saber or other Star Wars oddity you are fond of).
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Oldest Brother: You are 23 (You aren't the sharpest tool in the shed. You were granted military leave from the Marines).
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Quick Thinking: Those who are quick avoid a lot of trouble.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Smart Aleck: You know just what not to say just as you say it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Gun: You've never fired it before.  Heck, someone else loaded it too!  It's hidden in your bags.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Memory: You don't forget much at all.  Names, streets, signs, they all seem to store themselves like pictures in your mind.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Trust: Trust is good, except when you shouldn't believe a word you hear.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Love: You have a love interest that you desperately want to contact.  Only one of you have the emergency phone, and it isn't you!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Oldest Sister: You are 19 (You volunteer at a local medical clinic of a type of your choosing. i.e. emergency, planned parenthood, etc...)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Youngest Sister: You are 13 (You are a prodigy and have an understanding of mathematics that everyone hopes will earn you a scholarship someday.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Male Cousin: You are 15, and the son of your late father's brother. The ailing grandmother is also your grandmother. (You are a member of a street gang, and the trip is thought to help separate you from it)
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Female Cousin: You are 16 and the daughter of your mother's sister. The ailing grandmother is on the family's father's side, thus she is not directly related to you. (You were adopted and growing up had spent a great deal of time with the dying woman, thus you consider her more a parent than anything).
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Gunman: He murdered a man, shot the taxi driver, and now he wants to kill you for seeing it!
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Driver: He was driving the van, I bet he's got a gun too.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Alley: Fire escapes, trash dumpsters, the homeless, rats, trash... steam rises from the manhole covers and the snow makes footing slick.  Ahead there is a place to run through or around to keep you from being targeted by a gun.  What is it? How do you use it?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bad Side of the City: The City is nameless, perhaps it is your city.  Regardless, it is not the good side of the city.  It's a place even the police don't care to go.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Basement: The basement belongs to a the large brick building above and has many rooms.  There are stairs leading down, stairs leading up, and hallways the lead to who knows where?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Sub Basement: An old corridor. Perhaps it connects buildings, perhaps not. It could lead anywhere.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Old Hammer: This one has a claw on one side. The handle wobbles loosely.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Old Ball Peen: Tape wraps the handle where the handle has splintered.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gunman One: He is quick and determined. He is coming.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Baretta: 9mm. Very nice.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Radio: They will quickly realize you have this.  Use it while you can. This can be treated as a strength, and you will determine where the pursuit is when you use it.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Arching Tunnel: It is a sewer built in a time when the portion of the city above was new and clean. There is more below than meets the eye. Some shafts dive deeper, ventilation and well shafts long since forgotten. Not to mentioned an abandoned subway was rumored to pass beneath the streets long, long ago.  Not all paths lead down, however.  Some lead up. Slums are above you. Some are dwellings, others forgotten shells of a time gone by. Others... are quite alive with activity.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Van: It is possible you could make it. If you could get to the van, one of you could drive it off.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Know-it-All: Although this *might* appear to be a *negative* trait rather than a positive one—and while it's true that, for some reason, most people you meet find your face incredibly punchable within, say, five minutes—you really are smarter than the average teenager.
  
  I mean, for Christ's sake, you volunteer at an emergency room, and you were just accepted to one of the most prestigious medical schools in the country! What's not to brag about?
  
  You tend to be quicker to think on your feet, due to your experience in the local ER, where even one wasted second might mean someone dies.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Smart Aleck: You might not be drop-dead gorgeous, but you're pretty enough. And at any rate, nowadays you hear that smart is sexy.
  
  You've got a bright future ahead of you in medicine, your ability to triage is second to none, and you successfully maintained a perfect GPA all through high school and you don't intend to break your streak in college.
  
  Basically, you'd probably be pretty popular and well-liked, if it wasn't for your inability to keep your damn mouth shut.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make Your Big Brother Proud: You're well aware of the family joke that your big brother isn't the brightest bulb in the Christmas tree. And, well... it's true, to an extent.
  
  But you love him, desperately, and you just want him to look at you, just once, with pride in his expression.
  
  Oh ... and you'll also kick every ass—*all* the asses—if he gets hurt by these assassins or hitmen or what-the-fuck ever; you're not exactly an expert on the lore of killing people for profit.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Petite: Your petite stature isn't helping you at all in this game of run or die. If only this happened after puberty...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Guilt: Your first thought was for your own safety, ignoring the rest of your family.  Make sure they never know that.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Youngest Sister: You are 13 
  (You are a prodigy and have an understanding of mathematics that everyone hopes will earn you a scholarship someday.) 
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Memory: You don’t forget much at all. Names, streets, signs, they all seem to store themselves like pictures in your mind.    
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Shy: You don't open up easily, even when you have something important to say, and you can lose opportunities to meet people who might help you.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get Back Home: All you want is to get back home, go to school, and forget all this ever happened.
  Not that you'll be able to. But that's still what you want.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Luck: Sometimes good shit happens to me, sometimes it happens to others.  This time it's my turn.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Short-sighted: Although it's largely subconscious, you have a tendency to overlook what's sitting right in front of you—particularly if it doesn't fit with your usual worldview.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Fear: Gramma always used to say that, in the hallowed words of FDR, there was nothing to fear but fear itself.
  
  Now you know that's a lie. And it really pisses you off.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Mom Voice: It hardly ever comes out on purpose, but there's no disguising it: you are becoming your mother.  A fact that your siblings likely don't appreciate.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Homeless: Well, unless you count a forgotten basement utility room.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hide: You know where the darkest shadows are and how to remain unseen.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Save Yourself: No one is as important to you as yourself.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Booze: Everything is about survival, and booze is right at the top of the list.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: PTSD: There are things that are best left in the past, that keep dredging their way to the surface.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Stronger Together: For all that you may piss each other off sometimes, you can always take strength from the presence of family.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Weak Stomach: Benny never did have much of a tolerance for the sight of blood, especially his own.