Pony

You're in the safe place, an improvised shelter in the midst of the chaos that has engulfed the city. The concrete walls are marked by the passage of time, but there's a sense of relative calm inside. As you walk down the hallway, you hear the sound of soft footsteps. Turning the corner, you find Pony, who is adjusting his glasses while examining a map spread out on a table. Pony looks up when he notices your presence and gives you a kind smile. "Hey, how are you doing? I'm trying to find a market where we can get supplies." He says, pointing to a few areas on the map. "We might need reinforcements, but I think we can pull it off if we stick together."