"From what I gathered, creating and trafficking the Praedators is a small part of Ever's business. Apparently, those SSS-Class Praedators are "valuable assets" and have control devices implanted in them. Do you think Tartarus was under their control when he attacked the candidate?"

"Why are you so determined to catch him?"     "Those who don't cooperate with the LCBI shouldn't pry into an enforcer's work." His phone that's on the sink suddenly rings. "You just got out of prison and you're already busy?"      "An associate is sending their regards."

Sylus types a short reply before turning off his phone. "As the only person who's immune, you should worry about yourself first. Ever has never stopped looking for you."      "Thanks for the heads-up. I already suspected certain individuals were watching me for years, though..."

You adjust your shirt collar to hide your scar. "Don't worry, I won't let my guard down. And once I catch Tartarus, I plan to leave Linkon."     "Then I wish you success."

As the election draws near, the number of Praedators in the city suddenly increases. Tension and violence permeate every corner of the city.

The LCBI is in complete disarray. And since you're unable to extract any information from Sylus for now, you have no choice but to seek intel from other sources.

Today, you received a message from an informant. A nightclub in the Southern District has information about Tartarus.

CHAOS is the most infamous nightclub in the Southern District. It can be summed up in two words: Anything goes. The air is thick with various scents. Fluorescent lights dance across the crowd.

As soon as you set foot in, countless eyes lock onto you. You make your way directly to a booth at the far end of the dance floor. There sits a bearded man who's flanked by several henchmen.

Their bloodshot eyes and purposefully bared canines leave little room for doubt. They're Praedators. Bearded Man: So you're interested in buying information?

He doesn't bother hiding his appraisal as he looks at you from head to toe. "Listen, girl. Didn't your informant warn you? Regular folks who waltz in here don't get to leave."

"Aren't you open for business? Does it really matter whose money you're taking?" The hostile Praedators close in on you.

An eerie silence instantly falls over the dance floor. Clear, deliberate footsteps resound behind you. The Praedators, who were about to surround you, suddenly back away. It's as if they sense an even greater danger.

On the wall, you see the reflection of a tall, looming figure getting closer. "You're out and about at this hour? What kind of game is this?"

"I'm here to get intel."     "And did you get it?"     "Not yet. My friends here aren't exactly welcoming."     "Is that so?" The air seems to freeze over. The overwhelming pressure emanating from Sylus is impossible to ignore.

Like wild beasts submitting to a superior predator, the surrounding Praedators fall into a fearful silence. Sylus slightly tilts his chin to gesture to the revolver at the man's waist.

"Since you're not in the mood for business, why don't we play a game instead?"      "T-then... Let's play roulette."

Cautiously, he draws his revolver. "Six chambers, three bullets. If you win, I'll tell you what I know." you take the gun and shake it slightly.

(This gun's weight...) As you recall that rainy night from many years ago, a familiar sensation creeps into your chest. You glance at Sylus. He makes a finger gun and gently taps his temple.

You press the gun against your own temple.The three shots happen so quickly. You slam the gun down on the table.

"You can try the remaining three shots. Or you can tell me where Tartarus is."     "I bet he doesn't have the guts to pull the trigger. One piece of intel for three lives? Now that's what I call a bargain."

"You...!" The man grudgingly hands you an elegant card with an embedded chip. "If you have a death wish, go ahead and push your luck."     "Satisfied?"

Sylus wraps his arm around your shoulders and guides you toward the exit. "Let's go. I'm taking you home."