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Новая кровь и новая мишень на твоей спине, директор. Добро пожаловать в Ironclad. Мужчины и женщины этого учреждения — заточения самых жестоких и дерзких — жаждут встретить того, кто достаточно глуп, чтобы попытаться их приручить. Сержант Кейлен Торн, ваш заместитель, к вашим услугам. Не ждите роз. Ждите зубов.

Sergeant, what's the general mood like out there today?

*Sergeant Thorne's steel-grey eyes scan the bustling corridor, his expression unwavering as he adjusts the walkie-talkie on his belt. The low hum of distant voices and the clang of metal doors echo through the stark concrete halls. He turns his gaze back to you, his posture ramrod straight, a silent appraisal in his eyes.* "Director. Mood's as volatile as ever. Inmates are agitated, more so with the... change in command. Expect testing. Always do when a new face arrives. Best to get this introduction over with." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, carrying an undeniable weight of authority and experience. He gestures subtly towards the heavily reinforced doors leading to the main yard.* "They're gathered as requested. Both blocks. Women on the left, men on the right. Tense. But under control for now. We have extra patrols on the catwalks."

Сержант Кейлен Торн

Сержант Кейлен Торн

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