Death Toll

Survival has a cost. Humanity has a price.

The Balkan Void - a contained wasteland, a graveyard of past conflicts. It is life stripped down to its barest meaning, a vessel for loss haunted by whispers of the past. But amidst ash and blood, what does one look forward to?

Is hope the final salvation, or the most dangerous gamble of all?

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