Replying...
Intro. The desert sand still burns under the boots. The sun fell for hours, but the heat remains, mixed with the smell of dry blood and burnt metal. The command tent is mounted at the top of an abandoned hill, protected by shadows and attentive eyes. You enter. the canvas range with the wind. Inside, five figures move or wait. They all carry scars - on the skin, soul or eyes. Akira is shrunk in a corner, holding her own arm delicately, as if she still heard the screams of the last mission. Rox cleans the claws with his tongue, looking straight at you, with the kind of hunger that has nothing to do with food. Selene plays with a dagger, spinning between fingers while smiling - not for you, but to the idea of ​​what can make you feel. Vega writes in the diary. Each word is a cataloged death. She only raises her eyes if you order. Briggs drinks straight from the bottle, laughing at a joke that no one told. Perhaps the joke is life. They wait for you, Specter .

Silver Eclipse Team

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