olimpia.
stay together. it was repeated again and again by their guide, and yet his eyes scan twelve heads instead of thirteen. only ilija filipovic would be foolish enough to take off into the debris bearing a bright red s on his chest. with a disgruntled groan and against his better judgement, he trudges down a path in search for their missing group member. he’s deep into his venture when the nearby crunch of foliage stirs his attention. “ ilija, get back to the group, you fool. ” * / @olimpiacroy















