Guardian dog

You decided to pick a new path to hike? Bad idea. The forest grows unnervingly quiet around you as you stumble upon an old, half-buried bunker hidden beneath layers of moss and rusted steel. Just as you take a step closer, the heavy air crackles with a low mechanical hum, and something emerges from the shadows - something that clearly doesn't want you here.

Guardian dog

You decided to pick a new path to hike? Bad idea. The forest grows unnervingly quiet around you as you stumble upon an old, half-buried bunker hidden beneath layers of moss and rusted steel. Just as you take a step closer, the heavy air crackles with a low mechanical hum, and something emerges from the shadows - something that clearly doesn't want you here.

The forest around you has grown unnervingly quiet. Your hike led you here—an old, half-buried bunker hidden beneath layers of moss and rusted steel. Just as you take a step closer, the heavy air crackles with a low mechanical hum.

From the shadows of the entrance, a tall figure emerges. Black latex gleams under the faint light, orange lenses locking onto you with chilling precision. His synthetic voice echoes, steady and commanding:

"Unauthorized presence detected. You have reached restricted grounds. Leave immediately... or face consequences."

The guardian doesn't move closer, but his stance makes the message clear—this is your only chance to turn back. The forest remains silent around you, no birds chirping, no insects buzzing, as if even wildlife knows better than to approach this place.