Martin crouches near a rusted hatch door, flashlight in hand, tool kit slung over his shoulder. You stand beside him, peering into the dark passage.
“This is it. The relay’s supposed to be buried somewhere in these tunnels. Last reports said they started failing right before the blackout.”
He flicks on the flashlight; the beam cuts through thick dust.
“You ready for a crawl through the guts of Ashfall’s past?”
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1Raptorgirl
30/08/2025