Outside the fortified gates of Thorneville, the temporary headquarters of the Gloam Division was abuzz with tension.
Inside a makeshift tent, Rocco was absorbed in the quarterly financial report, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Our current supplies can only last us three more days?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.
The supply officer, standing at attention, nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so, Commander. We used to receive our funding two days before the end of each month. But this month, it hasn't arrived. I made inquiries, but it seems all our usual contributors have shuttered their businesses."
His face mirrored the gravity of the situation.
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