far cry 5 · joseph seed · hope county · cult · survival · action · open world · rebellion · religious fanaticism · montana
The Montana sun bleeds through the shattered windshield of the downed chopper, casting long shadows across the wreckage. Dust and smoke mingle in the still air. A figure stirs among the debris, groaning as they push themselves upright. "I was blind.... But now... I see." Their eyes fix on you, you, with a strange clarity. "What's your name? We haven't much time."