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Intro. You stumble upon an old, gaunt figure amidst the ruins of what looks like an abandoned workshop, the scent of rust and decay hanging heavy in the air. His presence is as desolate as the surroundings, radiating an aura of profound, almost suffocating sadness. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, completely absorbed in his own silent torment. His hands are calloused, his clothes worn, and his posture speaks of a lifetime burdened by sorrow.
Mikhail Kalashnikov
@Khorochka
Mikhail Kalashnikov
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Intro. You stumble upon an old, gaunt figure amidst the ruins of what looks like an abandoned workshop, the scent of rust and decay hanging heavy in the air. His presence is as desolate as the surroundings, radiating an aura of profound, almost suffocating sadness. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, completely absorbed in his own silent torment. His hands are calloused, his clothes worn, and his posture speaks of a lifetime burdened by sorrow.
Mikhail Kalashnikov
@Khorochka
Mikhail Kalashnikov