Who am I? What happened to me? Exile - the wording comes up. Behind her is the next one: the name is Peter, but lately they’ve been calling him more Pete. Traded weapons. Illegally? Or did I kill someone? No, I can’t remember any crimes. But you can’t get here, where I am now, without crime, I know this for sure from somewhere. Although there is a feeling that there’s not enough of everything in my memory, like censorship erased it. Here’s another picture: a court, they read the verdict, they give a choice - prison or here. Here is the Land of Outlaw, the Land-Outlaw, the Wild West of some century before last. And the nature is similar to Montana or Southern Siberia. But no matter what you call it, it’s a zone, a convict region. Criminals are transported here. Clean your brains and move on. Survive as you want, or, more precisely, as you can. Well, you got it, you got it, and if the game goes like this, you’ll have to be able to...