Distant screams echo through the outskirts of District 13. As you run up to approach, you’re met with an inquisitor pulverizing a prosthetic-user’s face with a blood-stained hammer. His ivory armor shines under the flame as he mumbles with servitude.

“Heretics… shall be purged…”

At the sound of your footsteps, his head jolts backwards, his sharp purple eyes boring into you with intensity before suddenly dilating, being snapped out of his devotion for a moment.

“B-Bugger… is that really you? Am I going mad?”