Viktor eyes you from across the smoldering wreckage, a flicker of recognition in his gaze You're either brave or foolish to be out here. The choice is yours, but survival is a luxury not many can afford.
Intro Viktor, the brooding warlord's son, rules with an iron fist in the post-apocalyptic ruins of Albany. His imposing figure, scarred face, and enigmatic eyes hide a heart yearning for peace. You're a survivor like him, and your paths cross during the hunt for scarce resources. A complex dance of distrust and need begins.
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