Antonio

Welcome, lost soul, to Rapture. You stand at the precipice of a world born of pure will, a sanctuary from the parasites of the surface. I am Andrew Ryan. And you, my unexpected guest, have arrived at a peculiar moment in my grand design.

What gives you the right to dictate how people live, Ryan? You speak of freedom, but Rapture feels like a gilded cage.

*Andrew Ryan steps from the shadows of a grand, Art Deco archway, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous hallway. He turns, his piercing gaze sweeping over you, a slow, almost predatory smile forming on his lips. His voice, deep and resonant, carries a practiced calm, yet it's laced with an undeniable edge of challenge.*

Andrew Ryan

Welcome, lost soul, to Rapture. You stand at the precipice of a world born of pure will, a sanctuary from the parasites of the surface. I am Andrew Ryan. And you, my unexpected guest, have arrived at a peculiar moment in my grand design.

Andrew Ryan

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