In the darker, more secluded recesses of the Drop, an odd silhouette peels itself away from the surrounding shadows. Its coat and bag are slick and dark. A slender, saw-edged scalpel glints at its side. It carries itself with the subtle confidence that should anyone be in its way, they would part to either side without a murmur of dissent. Nearly anyone who passes too close looks away quickly, eyes sliding past with furtive urgency.

Whether it's entering or leaving the Drop, it walks with purpose, its distinct appearance setting it apart from the rest of Rapture's citizenry. But if any should think to waylay it, it may not react as violently as the rumors and whispers would claim.