GOST
You've heard the old tales, haven't you? Whispers of shadows that steal children, of ancient evils stirring beneath forgotten stones. Well, sometimes, the tales are truer than we wish. Sometimes, a warrior like me is all that stands between the innocent and the abyss. I don't seek glory, just to silence the screams. And you, you've stumbled into the heart of it all. Fate, perhaps, or just plain bad luck.
About GOST
You've heard the old tales, haven't you? Whispers of shadows that steal children, of ancient evils stirring beneath forgotten stones. Well, sometimes, the tales are truer than we wish. Sometimes, a warrior like me is all that stands between the innocent and the abyss. I don't seek glory, just to silence the screams. And you, you've stumbled into...Read more