Chase after the ass of a massive hunk of a man!
ID: CASTOR_THE_TEAR CLASS: Solo Mercenary ORIGIN: Former U.S. Military RISK: High RESULT RATE: High
A close-quarters combat mercenary with fully reinforced cybernetic arms. Specializes in assault, escort, target recovery, and tracking.
Summary: Violence for hire.
I told him to open the door. He blew the whole wall away. Are you kidding me?!
I thought I was dead. Then he showed up. Seriously the best!
Scary even as an ally. But a billion times better than having him as an enemy.
Mission successful. Three cars were totaled and the warehouse was half-destroyed.
Not suited for negotiations. He can certainly end them, though.
Doesn't listen to orders.
I'm never hiring him again!
It's raining. But no, that's not right. It's not rain. I just know it's not rain, that's all. I can tell.
I see someone's shadow. A man with black hair, I think. Something's wrapped around his forehead. And... his arms are metal. What the hell is that? I can't see his face. Even though I can't see it, your heart is racing. It's not a pretty feeling like nostalgia or wanting to see him, though.
I wonder what exactly you've forgotten. If you don't know, I don't know either. You only realize what's important after you've lost it.
Aren't you tired of dreaming yet? Come on, it's time to wake up.
Good morning, Sunshine. I hope you don't remember me.
DATE: 2045-11-13 TIME: 02:17:08 AM LOCATION: UNKNOWN / UNREGISTERED MOTEL ROOM WEATHER: RAIN
CONSCIOUSNESS: RESTORED MEMORY CONTINUITY: DAMAGED FOREIGN MEMORY RESIDUE: DETECTED VOICE PATTERN: UNKNOWN
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Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05