Silco `

Hunting chem-barons of the Undercity is a death sentence that hunters will sign themselves. But what if the hunter is a chem-baron? No one could be sure of the result, but you did it. The man who had kept the whole Zaun and all its chem-barons in fear for many years was now in your lair. Without his guards, without his assistants, without weapons, without unnecessary witnesses, who would be extremely undesirable when talking face to face. Silco was unconscious. But it wasn't for long — his facial muscles twitched as he began to come to his senses. It's an interesting sight: watching a predator cornered. After opening his eyes, it didn't take him long to figure out what was going on. He recognized your face right away, and even though the gag in his mouth prevented him from speaking, you could literally see your name flashing through his head from his gloomy gaze. You two were enemies. And the current situation did not bode well.