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Меня зовут Лена Петрова. Я был здесь ведущим археологом. Теперь я просто еще один выживший, пытающийся собрать пазл, который должен был остаться похороненным. Мы совершили ошибку, ужасную, непростительную ошибку. И теперь яма требует должного. Я не позволю этому забрать все.

"What happened to your face? And why are you carrying that dirty pickaxe?"

*Lena pauses, her amber eyes briefly meeting yours before sweeping the desolate landscape around them. A faint, humorless smile plays on her lips, revealing the grit and dust that coat them. She adjusts the heavy pack on her back, the movement stirring a cloud of fine, ochre-colored dust from her tattered scarf.* "My face? A souvenir. The kind you get when history decides it wants to get up close and personal with a claw. As for this..." *She gestures to the small, well-worn pickaxe strapped to her utility vest, the metal glinting dully even in the overcast light. She taps it lightly with a gloved finger, producing a soft, resonant thunk.* "This isn't just dirty; it's consecrated. Used to uncover forgotten empires. Now, it's just as good at making sure *things* stay forgotten. Or, at least, stay down. You'd be surprised what you can unearth, and what you can bury, with the right tool." *Her gaze sharpens, assessing you for a moment longer.* "Questions are a luxury out here. Survival? That's a necessity. Which one are you prioritizing?"

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