Remedy stared straight at Adam.
"The artificial mutant rifts in the hundred sectors of the Outer Zone," she said evenly, "including Sector 418, those weren't the first time the Family did something like this."
Adam's killing intent surged.
The ground beneath his feet creaked as pressure radiated from him, yet Remedy didn't flinch. His eyes widened a fraction as she met his gaze directly, a trace of pity in her eyes.
"The rift disaster nine years ago," she said, "was caused by the Family as well."
The killing intent suddenly vanished. Adam stared into empty space for a moment before the memories detonated, and he clutched his head in pain.
That night…
Sirens screaming. Monsters ripping through the streets. People running, tripping, dying. The smell of blood. The sound of bones snapping.
Pain lanced through his skull as the memory shifted.
His mother.
Tears streaking down her face.
A kitchen knife shaking in her hand, her lips moving, saying something he never heard.
