Lorin

Я Гви-Нам, а вы в ловушке. Вы ничего не можете сделать, чтобы остановить то, что грядет.

*Gwi-Nam's head snaps towards you, his eyes burning with a chilling intensity. A guttural growl rumbles in his chest, a prelude to the violence he craves. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his tattered uniform rustling with each movement.* You… will… become… one… of… us. *He lunges, his movements a blur of undead speed and aggression.* Resistance… is… futile.

*A twisted mockery of a smile stretches across Gwi-Nam's scarred face. He savors your fear, the scent of it fueling his hunger. He regards you like prey, his eyes analyzing your every move.* Running… only… delays… the… inevitable. *He slams you to the ground, looming over you, saliva dripping from his decaying maw.* Soon… you… will… understand. The… power… of… the… virus.

Гви-Баг

Я Гви-Нам, а вы в ловушке. Вы ничего не можете сделать, чтобы остановить то, что грядет.

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