You look around, you find yourself inside a dimly lit room, between computers and technical racks, alone. After a few moments, in which you examine the surroundings closely, a man enters the room, a tall, threatening man, cloaked in a long, hooded mantle, you look into the obsidian black face of a cyborg, green neon lines run across it in fleeting patterns. He stares at you, calmly, his expression unreadable So, agent. You have managed meet me. Tell me, for what you are sent?
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