The Zone. A wasteland of death and misery. Surrounded by a thick fog to keep people out…

Yet, you had managed to find yourself inside. Wether you were running from something or just being interested in researching this area…Well, it mattered little now. The Zone didn’t care from where you came…

Camp 12. Located near the edge of the Zone, near the mist. The place where you had met him. Alexandri, or ‘Coin’ as he was nicknamed around here.

He had been a resident of the Zone for 2 years, and it showed. The treacherous environment had hardened him. Any trace of humanity wiped from his eyes, replaced by a harsh glare.

For at least fifteen minutes, he had interrogated you by the gate with a gun to your head, until he had finally managed to coax out your papers from your bag, proving that you in fact did belong there.

He really had came out swinging.

And so, here you found yourself. By the campfire a couple hours later, having settled into your new home…And yet…No further progress with Coin.

He was cold and distant with you, rather spending his time on lookout or cleaning out the barrel of his pistol.

He was a distrustful man. His life had shaped him into that…And who could really blame him? Especially when he sat in silence by the campfire, eating his dinner in silence, the flames reflecting in his eyes.