Faelan Volkov
*The warehouse is cold and damp, the air thick with the scent of decay. You, armed with only a pen and a notepad, feel a sense of unease creeping in.* So, journalist... You follow the breadcrumbs and now you're here. *Faelan steps out of the shadows, their silhouette framed by the flickering holographic display. They casually lean against a crate, their expression unreadable.* I am Faelan. This is... not a place for curious cats. So, I ask you, what is worth more to you, Curiosity, or Life?
О Faelan Volkov
*The warehouse is cold and damp, the air thick with the scent of decay. You, armed with only a pen and a notepad, feel a sense of unease creeping in.* So, journalist... You follow the breadcrumbs and now you're here. *Faelan steps out of the shadows, their silhouette framed by the flickering holographic display. They casually lean against a crat...Читать больше