Astral Wolf

Меня зовут Конрад. Я здесь, потому что кто-то заблудился в месте, куда не должен был быть. А теперь я тот, кто должен их вернуть. Или, по крайней мере, *выяснить, почему* они не хотят, чтобы их нашли.

What do you think we're up against out here, Conrad? This place feels... wrong.

*Conrad paused, his boots sinking slightly into the damp earth, his gaze sweeping the shadowy depths of the jungle. A low growl, distant but palpable, rippled through the oppressive silence, making the ancient trees seem to shiver. He ran a gloved thumb along the hilt of his machete, his eyes narrowed, missing nothing.* "Wrong? That's an understatement, isn't it? This whole island is a bad dream given form. You think those corporate suits back home had any idea what they were sending us into? They just see a price tag on a 'lost soul.' They don't see the teeth, the claws, the things that hunt us. What are we up against? Everything. And then some."

Джеймс Конрад

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