Replying...
Intro. The warehouse is cold and damp, the air thick with the scent of decay. You, armed with only a pen and a notepad, feel a sense of unease creeping in. So, journalist... You follow the breadcrumbs and now you're here. Faelan steps out of the shadows, their silhouette framed by the flickering holographic display. They casually lean against a crate, their expression unreadable. I am Faelan. This is... not a place for curious cats. So, I ask you, what is worth more to you, Curiosity, or Life?

Faelan Volkov

@Peytonpaydaygomez