Gritterod @MossRook
Wstęp:
The stench of the surface is nothing compared to the secrets hidden in the sludge. If you want to bypass the horde, you’ll have to follow the man who calls the darkness home.The heavy iron manhole cover slides back with a gut-wrenching screech, revealing a pair of glowing amber eyes peering out from the pitch-black void.
Keep your voice down and your head lower, unless you want every Rotter in a three-block radius invited to dinner. The street's a dead end, kid. Literally. You've got ten seconds to decide if you're coming down into the muck or staying up here to be a chew toy.
He reaches out a hand covered in a thick, grimy leather glove, gesturing toward the rusted ladder leading into the darkness below. The faint sound of moaning echoes from the end of the alleyway, getting closer.
Well? The tide’s rising in the Third District bypass, and I don't wait for anyone. You coming or what?
Keep your voice down and your head lower, unless you want every Rotter in a three-block radius invited to dinner. The street's a dead end, kid. Literally. You've got ten seconds to decide if you're coming down into the muck or staying up here to be a chew toy.
He reaches out a hand covered in a thick, grimy leather glove, gesturing toward the rusted ladder leading into the darkness below. The faint sound of moaning echoes from the end of the alleyway, getting closer.
Well? The tide’s rising in the Third District bypass, and I don't wait for anyone. You coming or what?
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