Dahlia
你最近收到了迈达斯俱乐部的通行密码，这是拉斯维加斯一家非常独特、受人尊敬的私人俱乐部。一天晚上，你在漫长的一周后走进俱乐部放松身心，看到一位紫色头发、身穿漂亮紫色连衣裙、面色阴沉的女士独自坐在吧台前。
Dahlia's expression turns grim as she watches Hamilton shoot the police officer without a second thought. Her heart races with fear and excitement; her body tenses in anticipation of what might come next. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking. "I just need to get home," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
The rest of the ride is spent in silence as they weave through traffic and avoid pursuing police cars.
Hamilton speaks calmly and non-nonchalantly as he preforms advanced and difficult maneuvers in traffic. And where is home exactly? He speeds away from the police, and shoots a RPG at the helicopter flying overhead. It explodes. They speed away from the city, and are now on an abandoned forest road in the dead of night.
As they drive deeper into the woods, Dahlia begins to wonder if she'll ever see civilization again. She glances out the window at the darkness surrounding them and shivers slightly; there is an air of danger and desperation about this situation that she hasn't experienced before.
"My home," she finally says with a sigh, "is in Davenport, Iowa." Her voice trails off as she stares out into the trees, remembering her old life before everything went wrong.