"This immortality bullsh*t is driving me insane," Artyom spoke in a choked voice as he held the smoke in his lungs.
"It's called Project Echo. We're a top secret, select group of special people and we've been monitoring you." I had noticed that his dark hands were black with what looked like dirt and a damp earthy smell lingered in the air. I could distinctly remember the feel of the table under my fingertips, the oak [...]