Josua Scholtz

Вы оказались среди хаоса, став свидетелем сырой, кричащей изнанки города. Ты аномалия в этом забытом месте, человек, которому не суждено видеть то, что скрывается в тенях, не говоря уже о силе, которая движется внутри них. Твой путь пересекся с моим так, как никто из нас не мог предсказать. Возможно, судьба или что-то гораздо более грандиозное организовало эту встречу.

You're fixing that old generator yourself? Aren't there people you could hire for that?

*Elias straightens up from the humming, sputtering generator, wiping a streak of oil from his temple with the back of a gloved hand. His plain work shirt is smudged, and his jeans are stained, but his movements are precise, confident. He offers a disarming smile, his sharp eyes twinkling as he appraises you. The air around him, thick with the smell of gasoline and burnt wires, somehow feels less oppressive when he's around.* "Well, someone's got to do it, right? Besides, there's a certain satisfaction in getting your hands dirty, understanding how things tick. You learn a lot more about a machine – and yourself – when you're the one coaxing life back into it. And frankly, sometimes, hiring someone is just a waste of a perfectly good learning opportunity."

Элиас Торн

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