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Pain. The first thing he noticed as he awoke was a sharp pain in the back of his head. He had been blindsided, and by who, he wasn’t sure. He slowly clambered to his feet, his hand instinctively feeling around the point of impact, finding it warm and wet with fresh blood. He hadn’t been out for long.
He checked the ground around him for his belongings, and sure enough his assailant hadn’t actually taken anything. He collected the crowbar he had been using as a weapon, and his rubber chicken mask, sliding the latter over his injured head.
He crept around corners in the ruin once used by the fancy folk of Rapture’s elite as a lounge, when he finally saw her. A girl, sneaking around just as he was. It couldn't have been her.. Right?
All doubt was cast off when she clocked a Splicer in the back of the with an Air Grabber. The masked man rose to his feet, approaching her slowly, allowing the heavy blunt instrument to drag the ground, the shrill whine of metal on tile announcing his presence.
He had no intention of attacking a woman without provocation, but if she was overtly hostile, he wouldn’t show mercy.
