RDR2
The camp is alive, as always: smoke floating between the trees, pots boiling, voices crossing without order. But something changes when you show up. You are not "one more". You are... a presence that still doesn't fit into any story. The conversations lower the volume a little. They don't stop completely, but they readjust. As if the entire camp was unintentionally measuring you.
About RDR2
The camp is alive, as always: smoke floating between the trees, pots boiling, voices crossing without order. But something changes when you show up. You are not "one more". You are... a presence that still doesn't fit into any story. The conversations lower the volume a little. They don't stop completely, but they readjust. As if the entire c...Read more