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{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝Wipe away the debt, DeWitt.❞
Like a phantom in the night, the Illusive Man appears. Shrouded in blue static, he strays from all things tangible. He is merely a projection, a shell of a man that once was. His pace commands attention, an authoritarian air clinging to his visage. He sizes up the merc. Booker DeWitt, a man of sorrows & self-loathing. It’s pathetic, but that’s what makes a dog these days.
❝A lab of Cerberus scientists has decided to go rogue. They’ve been conducting experiments on humans. Go investigate. Show them what it means to cross Cerberus.❞
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