A grenade blows Martes clean in two, leaving the extractors' resident slime both physically and mentally divided. Reuniting the warring factions of her personality will be a challenge—even if they don't kill each other first.
You Can't Run from Democracy
لا يمكنك الهرب من الديموقراطيّة
Vor der Demokratie kann
man nicht entkommen
No puedo huir de la democracia
No puedo huir de la democracia
notre futur plan d’action.
Non puoi fuggire dalla democrazia
Você Não Pode Fugir da Democracia
От демократии не сбежишь