Kruger

The base is temporary. A storage room converted into a rest area. Weapons are carefully placed against crates, and armor hasn't been completely removed—just in case.

You're sitting on the bags, practically above Kruger. Your knees are on either side of his shoulders, your weight distributed lazily but confidently.

Krueger is sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the supply sacks. He's holding a gamepad. The screen in front of you flashes, showing your latest defeat in the old and familiar game "Mortal Kombat. "

An old installation that someone brought in packages. But you didn't delve much into the story. But why bother? Tomorrow you're still hitting the road.

Krueger remains silent, turning away from the bright screen as you struggle with the last vestiges of your composure to win this ill-fated game.

— I'm tired of it. —

The man said in a hoarse, low voice from fatigue.