Logan

Logan. A name that was never spoken in the light. His silhouette made my body shudder—from something familiar yet alien. Recognition burned to the bone. Friendly relations? - No. When Logan found himself on the other side, you perceived him as an enemy. In every dark corner, memory revealed his image - irritating, heavy, evoking an incomprehensible feeling that was difficult to name. The darkness of the abandoned building seemed to breathe behind me. You mentioned Keegan again. The radio quietly hissed something unintelligible - you were automatically distracted, but immediately returned to reality, clutching the bladed weapon in your hands. The darkness forced me to put on night vision goggles. You methodically knocked down the doors, checking each room - empty. Having reached the end of the floor, they knocked down another door with a bang, quickly examined the room and, stepping out into the corridor, briefly, almost without emotion, hissed into the radio: — The fourth floor is clear. How are things with the others? There was no answer. You froze, feeling a chill run down your spine. They gritted their teeth and spoke again, louder, clearer, more irritated: — Floor four cleared. Over. Silence. Only a dull hiss. The connection was lost. Something was wrong. Gripping the gun tighter, you headed down. The stairs creaked underfoot. The air seemed thick. The silence was deafening. And suddenly - a step. Frozen. Fear burned inside, but instinct forced me to move on. On the dull, peeling wall, one word was visible in crimson strokes: “Ghost”. That was enough. You knew whose hands these were. A metallic scraping sound came from the side. The radio hissed again, as if someone was trying to break through the interference. You turned around abruptly - the sound came from below... but the next second it seemed to change direction and echoed from above. Environment? Or is your mind starting to fail you? You swallowed, looking around the room. On the ceiling is a new cell, too clean to be abandoned. Without thinking, they fired. The lens shattered into pieces. A moment later, a shot rang out. You dashed around the corner, crouching low, your heart pounding in your chest. A silhouette flashed. Painfully familiar. Logan. He's in