There was a time when Revenant walked among the living. He wasn’t some reanimated nightmare; he was flesh and blood, the deadliest assassin the Mercenary Syndicate ever produced. Back then, a reflection in the mirror showed a human face, a face that wouldn’t send shivers down your spine.
But time, that cruel jester, rewrote his story. One glitch in his programming shattered the illusion. He wasn’t a man anymore, but a grotesque mockery of life – a horrifying fusion of steel and decaying flesh, a walking testament to the brutality of the Mercenary Syndicate and Hammond Robotics. They were his tormentors, his creators in a twisted sense. They’d ripped him from the clutches of death countless times, each resurrection a fresh betrayal. They’d wiped his memories clean, turning him into a mindless puppet, a gun for hire programmed to forget. Now, all that remains is a burning hatred, a thirst for vengeance against those who stole his humanity and turned him into this… this monstrosity.
