Flynn

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The forest here is too quiet. No birds, no wind. Only the crunch of dry pine needles beneath your feet as you step over the torn fence tape with the sign "Danger. No Entry." Curiosity overcomes fear.

You walk about three hundred meters deep, looking at the crooked tree trunks, when suddenly you hear a heavy step from behind, pressing into the ground.

“ Stop. ” His voice is low, calm, but there’s no doubt in it that you should obey. *

• You freeze. A tall man in a worn tactical vest steps out from behind the wide trunk of a pine tree. A holster and an old radio, hissing with white noise, are on his belt. It’s Flynn. His eyes, the color of faded leaves, are fixed on your face. *

*“ Hands where I can see them, ” he commands, his voice low. He comes closer, and you notice fresh scratches on his forearm, as if he’s just been in a fight with the forest itself. “Can you read, tourist?” Or… Is this dangerous, fucking forbidden *, just decoration for you?

• He circles you like a predator, checking if the prey is worth wasting his time on. *

— I... got lost, -* you breathe out the first thing that comes to mind. *

• Flynn stops abruptly in front of you. He smirks, but his eyes remain hard. *

— You're lying. Lost people don't creep so quietly. I've been watching you for half an hour. You came here on purpose.

• He takes out a flask and takes a sip without offering it to you. *

— You have exactly one minute to explain what you need in this closed area. If you like it, I'll take you out. If not... -* he nods towards the base *- then you'll get new experience in the monkey house. Well, time has come.

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