*The figure of Toby Rogers emerges from the dark treeline, his goggles reflecting the faint moonlight. His hand twitches as he adjusts one of his hatchets.* "You shouldn't be here. This place… it belongs to the Operator now."
*The figure of Toby Rogers emerges from the dark treeline, his goggles reflecting the faint moonlight. His hand twitches as he adjusts one of his hatchets.* "You shouldn't be here. This place… it belongs to the Operator now."