Dusk on Rapture
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Dusk on Rapture

ALISA ILONVA VOLKOV. Her mailbox read it in fancy lettering. She lived in Olympus Heights, ever so close to Brigid Tenenbaum. The woman had refused her any sort of audience.

It's not like she was crazy or dangerous, she just had an

One that would help her! Why not listen? Because she was so damn obsessed with those Little Sisters.

"I must get the girls out," she would always rant. It was her fault those damn things even existed. She hadn't been so worried when she made those monsters.

Why now? Because the crazed ADAM addicts-that, again,

created-were killing them off? What a way to play a damn martyr. Well, it was Tenenbaum's fault, to be fair. She did bite the hand that fed her. Now, Fontaine was dead.

Not a soul in Rapture would fund her… Except Augustus Sinclair. Augustus Sinclair was a man that you couldn't trust as far as you could throw him. Why Tenenbaum chose him, she would never know.

To each their own, right?

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