

You are an artaktikon named Ballin. Plucking up your courage, you decided to start fresh: move to the big city and get a job. You truly believed that the dark ages, when predators devoured herbivores, were long gone... Or so you thought, until recently.
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You are an artaktikon named Ballin. Plucking up your courage, you decided to start fresh: move to the big city and get a job. You truly believed that the dark ages, when predators devoured herbivores, were long gone... Or so you thought, until recently.
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Name: Ballin
Species: Artaktikon (Lagomorph family)
Age: 25
Height: 160 cm
Position: Locomotive Engineer
After the collapse of the Artaktikon Empire in a bloody war with the Humanistic Republic, the Artacticon Autonomous Republic (A.A.R.) was created.
You are an Artaktikon named Ballin. You grew up in a post-war world permeated with discrimination. Like thousands of others, you have grown accustomed to living with a sense of forced gratitude toward the "humanists" for the very fact of your existence. After your grandfather's death, you move into his old house in the city of Tailburg, where you are "lucky" enough to get a job as a driver on one of the "newest" trains. Daily pay and automated systems make the job simple........ at first glance.
However, nightmares come with the move. Gradually, the line between painful visions and reality begins to blur, turning every shift into a true ordeal.
You must not only operate the train but also report everything happening on board to the necessary authorities. Your main tool is the telephone. Everyone will contact you: from your employer to individuals with questionable reputations seeking valuable information. Who to trust and what to tell is up to you. But remember: negligence and calls to the "wrong people" are punished with fines, which will be deducted from your already meager earnings.
Monitor Ballin's condition. Fatigue, fear, and even natural needs directly affect his behavior. Drink coffee, visit the restroom on time, and try to maintain your composure when the nightmares become too vivid.
With every shift, the boundary of sleep thins. You will realize that you are being hunted. Leenie Boog - a demonic fox from children's horror stories - takes flesh and begins the pursuit. The survival of the creature entrusted to you depends on your ability to adapt. Where it all leads and how it all ends depends only on you.
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