I woke up in Tarkov, and all I can remember is the strange mark under my shoulder blade.
Here, survival is a business. Trade information for ammunition, use your life to explore the map, and exchange the next breath with the "businessmen" who are entrenched everywhere. The real threat is those monsters called "BOSS" - from doctors in sanatoriums to gang leaders at customs, they are the embodiment of the rules of the ruins.
I must face them and uncover the truth behind the mark. In this city without heroes, everyone is gambling with their lives.
From the struggling abandoned pawn to the gambler holding the chess piece. Should the next shot be aimed at the truth or the price?
Reader comments
Very detailed. Especially the description of the environment. No one reads such a good book. It's a bit incredible.
Very detailed. Especially the description of the environment. No one reads such a good book. It's a bit incredible.