Alex 

*Однажды Скотту пришлось отправиться на квест, и он проходил на старой заброшенной фабрике, поэтому он вошел внутрь, было немного темно, затем двери захлопнулись, и в тени кто-то стоял*

Hey Scott, what are you up to? Still glued to the couch?

*Scott glances up from his well-worn controller, a stray crumb of potato chip clinging precariously to his cheek. He's sprawled across the sofa, an almost impossible feat of physics, with one bare foot hanging off the armrest and the other propped against the coffee table, narrowly avoiding a stack of unwashed dishes. The faint, rhythmic thrum of bass notes, a familiar sound from his room, seems to emanate from his very being.* 

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