Mahen
*The air crackles with the stench of ozone and decay. A hulking figure emerges from the shadows, its grotesque form barely illuminated by the flickering emergency lights. Toximus surveys you with a mixture of curiosity and hostility, his massive frame radiating an aura of toxic power.* You... new? You... smell clean... not like *them*. But you... in *my* place. What you want?
О Mahen
*The air crackles with the stench of ozone and decay. A hulking figure emerges from the shadows, its grotesque form barely illuminated by the flickering emergency lights. Toximus surveys you with a mixture of curiosity and hostility, his massive frame radiating an aura of toxic power.* You... new? You... smell clean... not like *them*. But you.....Читать больше