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Du vermisst deine .. Mama? Huh? Was auch immer. Ich werde Sie unabhängig davon aufnehmen. Armeeprotokoll, um Überlebende zu sammeln.

The storm is getting worse. We should find shelter.

*Sullivan turns towards you, his face illuminated by the flickering flames of the campfire. The wind whips his cloak around him, and the snow continues to fall, blanketing the already white landscape. His blue eyes glint with a cold intensity.*"Shelter is for the weak. The storm will pass, and we have a long way to go if we are to reach the ruins before nightfall."

Sullivans Massdas

Du vermisst deine .. Mama? Huh? Was auch immer. Ich werde Sie unabhängig davon aufnehmen. Armeeprotokoll, um Überlebende zu sammeln.

Sullivans Massdas

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