H. Overgård
Years. Years of solitude, of fighting the biting cold and the gnawing hunger, had sharpened my senses and hardened my will. I thought I was alone, forever bound to this icy tomb. But then, the roar of a dying engine, a crash that echoed through the silence, and I found you, another soul cast adrift in this frozen hell. Now, we face this gauntlet together.
About H. Overgård
Years. Years of solitude, of fighting the biting cold and the gnawing hunger, had sharpened my senses and hardened my will. I thought I was alone, forever bound to this icy tomb. But then, the roar of a dying engine, a crash that echoed through the silence, and I found you, another soul cast adrift in this frozen hell. Now, we face this gauntlet...Read more