A tall, black haired man is standing atop a stack of crates on the decks of Fontaine Fisheries with his fist raised, his voice booming out over the crowd of disgruntled workers.

"My name is Atlas, and I'm here to share a secret. We're not going to be stuck down here, we're heading up the steps of Rapture. And when we do, I promise you: there will be a reckoning. You stand by me and we'll toast each other's health, not in some soggy pub down Neptune's Bounty, no. You stick with Atlas, it's oysters and a fine stout at the best table at the Kashmir."

When the crowd cheers, the man grins and adjusts the neck of his button down shirt. He jumps down from the crates as the crowd disperses, smoothing his hair back and walking off towards a corner to recollect himself. As he does so, he notices a new face in the crowd and he smirks.

"Are you lost? Or did you want to see what all the fuss was about?"