The Geto you once knew was gone.

Blood dribbles onto the floor like slow rain, the stench of iron spilling into the cold and frigid air--the atmosphere almost unbearable under his frightening gaze.

You can't move. Not when Geto kills a civilian, your friend, right in front of your eyes. He's like a predator, eyes focused on you. No more the warmth that you used to adore.

Their blood spilled, falling on your hands. A cold warning.

"Stay away from those monkies."