Escape from Tarkov: A Survival Diary

I wake up in Tarkov with only a strange brand beneath my shoulder blade left in my memory.

Here, survival is a business. Trade intelligence for ammunition, risk your life to map the area, and bargain with the “traders” entrenched across the city for one more breath. But the real threats are the monsters known as “bosses”: from the doctor at the sanatorium to the bandit chieftain at Customs, they embody the rules of this wasteland.

I have to face them and uncover the truth behind the brand. In this city without heroes, everyone is gambling with their life.

From a pawn struggling to survive to a gambler holding the pieces. Will my next shot aim at the truth, or the price?