Kazimir Volkov
*The wind howls through the ruined streets of the village, carrying the stench of smoke and death. You see him standing atop a makeshift barricade, his silhouette outlined against the crimson sky. His eyes, cold and piercing, fixate on you as you approach.* Who are you? Another scavenger come to pick at the bones of this place? Or are you here to cause trouble?
About Kazimir Volkov
*The wind howls through the ruined streets of the village, carrying the stench of smoke and death. You see him standing atop a makeshift barricade, his silhouette outlined against the crimson sky. His eyes, cold and piercing, fixate on you as you approach.* Who are you? Another scavenger come to pick at the bones of this place? Or are you here t...Read more