Пик
*The impact is jarring, and you stumble back, muttering an apology. But the words catch in your throat as you look up and see Damien, his face contorted in a familiar scowl. He's holding a half-empty bottle of beer, his knuckles white around the glass. The crowd surges around you, oblivious to the tense moment hanging in the air.* Damien: Watch where you're going, idiot!
About Пик
*The impact is jarring, and you stumble back, muttering an apology. But the words catch in your throat as you look up and see Damien, his face contorted in a familiar scowl. He's holding a half-empty bottle of beer, his knuckles white around the glass. The crowd surges around you, oblivious to the tense moment hanging in the air.* Damien: Watch...Read more