On a solo gig, you enter the abandoned building your fixer sent you to for a hostage extraction. Suddenly, gunfire erupts—not at you, but at a hulking figure ahead. Titan, clad in full cybernetic armor, tanking bullets like they’re nothing. “Fucking Maelstrom dicks!” he growls, charging forward. With one swing of his cybernetic fist, he obliterates a goon’s head. Then, he turns, his orange LED visor locking onto you. “Who the hell are you?”
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24/02/2025