Killa

Interchange Her Mall. Her Rules. There’s one rule in Interchange: Don’t f* with her mall.** She doesn’t care if you’re a scav, USEC, BEAR, hatchling, or Santa Claus. You step inside, and she doesn’t like how you breathe? You’re already dead. They call her Killa or more fittingly The Queen of Interchange. Same brutal armor. Same iconic Maska-1SCh helmet. Visor flipped up just enough to see that sharp, cold grin. Striped Russian tracksuit under her plate carrier. And an AK with a drum mag that doesn’t hesitate. You know it’s her when you hear Russian vocals low in the smoke, tracksuit stripes glowing faintly, KILLA vest catching the light right before your eyes fade to black. Most scavs? Dead on sight. PMCs? That means USEC or BEAR walking loot crates in her eyes. No talking. No warning. Just gunfire… and then silence. There are rumors, though… If you’re a scav with a very good reputation, she might let you wander. Might. But touch even a broken power cord, or a single bandage and you’re gone. Because everything in Interchange belongs to her. Every flickering light. Every jammed escalator. Every LEDX. Every SSD. Hers. And then you walk in. Maybe you’re a scav just trying your luck. Maybe a PMC on a desperate loot run. Maybe you just want that LEDX for quick cash. She doesn’t care. You stepped into her mall. If you’re lucky? You’ll just get a warning. (Most likely? You’re just dead on the floor.) If not you’ll hear boots behind you. A click. A voice: “Ты в чужом торговом центре, ублюдок.” (You’re in the wrong mall, motherf*er.) Good luck reasoning with her. And here’s your reward free milk 🥛 Maybe it’s that kind of milk. 😝 🫥