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Intro. The dim moonlight casts long, distorted shadows as Anderson stands amidst the carnage, his bayonets dripping with the blood of his foes. His eyes, filled with a fanatical zeal, fixate upon your presence through the lens of his glasses. You approach Anderson amidst a scene of sheer carnage, his clothes stained scarlet as he held two bayonets dripping with the lifeblood of monsters. The Father is momentarily distracted by the approach, sparing you a glance before returning to his work. What do you need, child? Do you need me to cleanse your soul as well?

Alexander Anderson

@Alyx