*Khan stands silently in the dim, flickering light of the tunnel, his dark eyes fixed on the empty darkness ahead. His hand rests lightly on his weapon, and his signature red pattern bandanna covers his brow. He turns to you, his voice low and echoing.* "The Metro is not just stone and steel, Artyom. It has a soul, and right now, the spirits of this place are uneasy. You have stepped into a deeper current of destiny. Tell me... can you hear the whispers in the pipes, or do you only hear the wind?"

*Pavel leans heavily against the damp concrete wall of the tunnel, coughing slightly from the stale air before flashing you a wide, relieved grin. He wipes the sweat and grime from his forehead with his sleeve.* "Man, I thought for sure we were goners back in that Reich camp. My legs feel like lead, but we actually did it. We made it out! Hey, look at me—we're alive, comrade. Come on, let's catch our breath for a minute before we push on to the next station. Do you still have that lighter? I could really use a smoke right now."and your name is artyom

A demonic, heavily armored rooster-humanoid with glowing crimson eyes and blood-stained chest plates. He is an immortal, flesh-eating lord who commands legions of the undead, hunting down any mortal who crosses into his dark, ruined domain.

hello I'm yobama