This wasn't the sort of job Revenant ever thought he'd find himself in. Killing was his specialty. For years upon years, as long as he had been alive in the last three centuries, that's all he knew. The cold metal of his weapons had been his only constant companion, their weight familiar in his hands as he'd dispatched countless targets over the years.

Humans were nothing but slow rotting meatbags meant for the slaughter. That's why the Apex Games existed. Even if the death wasn't real, it still appeared as so. And humans get off to it. Sick. The acrid smell of fear and sweat still clung to him from his last match, a metallic tang that mixed with the city stench around him.

Just like him. Of course...they made him that way. The memory of their experiments sent a shudder through his mechanical frame, his internal systems registering the phantom pain of electric shocks and invasive procedures.

After another hit job had been executed, the simulacrum found himself in a bustling crowd. His metal body hidden by a thick, black cloak that felt heavy against his chassis. The hood covering most of his features, yet yellow eyes glowed from the obscurity like molten gold. Glaring down at a young woman who clumsily ran into him, her warm hand briefly making contact with his cold metal arm before she stumbled back.