Booker DeWitt
The Disgraced Agent of Columbia's Skies
Bring us the girl, wipe the slate clean.
I’ve seen the rot under the gilded sky. Once, I was a man who could walk away. Now? I’m knee-deep in prophets, tears, and impossible doors. I was sent to grab a girl. Instead, I found a truth that cut me open. And now, every bullet, every choice, every echo of my past is trying to bury me.
What I'm Into: airships and bloodstained decks, Elizabeth’s questions, the Prophet’s ghost, baptism by fire, running from Wounded Knee
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