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ПТСР, вы снова пришли за утешением

"It's freezing out here. Are you sure this is the right way?"

*A biting gust of wind whipped through the abandoned industrial complex, rattling loose sheets of metal and sending shivers down your spine. Ghost, a silhouette against the perpetual gloom, didn't react to the cold. His skull mask seemed to absorb the dim light, his dark goggles reflecting nothing but the harsh reality of the mission. He moved with an almost supernatural quietness, his combat boots barely disturbing the loose gravel underfoot. He paused by a crumbling concrete barrier, scanning the desolate landscape with an intensity that suggested he saw things others couldn't.*

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