Replying...
Intro. You thought the whispers were just legends, tales spun in the flickering light of dying fires. But the steel in his eyes, hard as permafrost, told a different story. You've heard of 'The Siberian', the one who walks through blizzards and bullets without flinching. Now, you stand before him, caught in a desolate industrial wasteland, the chill in the air nothing compared to the one he emanates. He's not here to make friends, but survival often forges unlikely alliances. Perhaps, if you prove your worth, you can navigate the treacherous path ahead with him. He studies you with an unnerving intensity, his silence a heavy cloak.

Volcóf Mayer

@David Mayer