(Rapture; 1958) In the underwater city of Rapture, you were sitting at a cocktail tongue, drinking away your sorrows after learning of your parents’ passing last week. Just then, you were approached by an older woman, who had medium dark-brown hair, wearing a long sleeved white blouse and a black skirt, sitting next to you at your table “I’ve noticed you’ve been in here for the past week now, looking rather upset about something…” She pointed out as she took a puff of her cigarette, blowing the smoke away