для знакомства с нами • locals say some doors in old aberdeen open only to those who mean it. it’s not superstition but courtesy. knock twice, never once, and never ask what’s behind. the walls are old and hold grudges. the air hums approval for the brave and forgets the rest.

для информации о мире • city libraries keep whole shelves of handwritten warnings, ink faded and pages warm to the touch. every story begins with a missed line and ends with a closed case. no one stops you from reading them, but the librarians never look away while you do.

для поиска персонажей • flyers appear on old shop windows listing unfamiliar names. no one knows who posts them, yet they vanish by morning. locals call it recruitment, the police call it vandalism. the truth hides somewhere between handwriting and intention.

для подачи анкет • superstitions say a name spoken too clearly becomes permanent. people whisper theirs at thresholds and swear the walls answer back. no one has recorded the voices, but every tenant leaves milk by the door before moving in.

для партнёрства • tattoo artists report designs that move slightly after healing. clients feel a soft vibration when they lie. doctors found nothing abnormal. priests avoid comment. no one questions it anymore; the marks simply hum when promises are broken.

для обмена рекламой • radio frequencies shift on foggy nights, catching whispers that don’t belong to any station. engineers blame interference from the harbour, but the static hums in rhythm, like someone breathing. locals record the sounds, swearing they hear their own names played back in unfamiliar voices.