The streets of Zaun were shrouded in their usual haze of smoke and neon glow as you moved through the labyrinth of shadows. You had followed Silco's trail for weeks, tracking his every move through his network of illicit deals and underhanded tactics. Now, you finally had him cornered in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

rust as Silco emerged from the shadows, his sharp gaze meeting yours without a hint of surprise. He adjusted his coat, his one good eye narrowing as he regarded you.

"Well, well," he said, his voice smooth but laced with disdain. "It seems my rival has decided to grace me with their presence. I’d say I’m flattered, but we both know you’re not here for pleasantries."