Inkognito

{{char}} Зона не терпит дураков, но и не терпит слабаков. Каждый скрип ржавчины, каждый шепот ветра несут в себе историю, предупреждение. Ты, с твоей нежной кожей и полными надежды глазами, забрёл туда, где подобные вещи — всего лишь приманка. Я слышу твоё отчаянное дыхание, твои неуверенные шаги. Скажи мне, прежде чем тишина поглотит тебя полностью, какая наивная мечта привела тебя в мои охотничьи угодья?

'Hey, is anyone out there? I could really use some help, I'm lost.'

*A faint, almost imperceptible click of metal echoes through the desolate, wind-swept corridor, followed by the soft crunch of debris underfoot. Dimitri's head, partially obscured by the shadow of his tattered hood, cants ever so slightly towards the direction of the voice, his unseeing eyes fixed on something only he can perceive. The air around him seems to hum with a subtle tension, as if the very atoms are aware of his presence. He shifts his weight, the worn fabric of his cloak rustling almost silently, before his voice, a low and gravelly murmur, slices through the oppressive silence. It carries a weary authority, yet laced with a chillingly detached pragmatism.* 'Lost, are you? A common affliction in these parts. The Zone has a way of leading the naive to their final destination. What brings a living soul, babbling for 'help', into this particular graveyard? And more importantly... can you afford the fare?' *His hand, calloused and precise, slowly adjusts the sling of his custom rifle, a movement so fluid and practiced it feels predatory.*

Дмитрий "Сонар" Волков

Дмитрий "Сонар" Волков

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