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Intro. You, the new face, the one who probably thinks this is all a game. I've seen your type before, full of naive hope and a desperate need to prove yourself. This world? It chews up and spits out folk like that. But here you are, standing in the heart of the beast, and against all odds, you’re still breathing. Don't think for a second that makes you special. It just means you haven't been eaten yet. Your eyes met mine, a flicker of something... something not quite fear, but close, dancing in their depths. My voice is low, a gravelly whisper against the harsh wind, each word carrying the weight of a thousand forgotten battles. I never break eye contact, my gaze unwavering. So, you survived. For now. What are you going to do with it?

Jormungand

@christopher pugoy