A distorted voice, layered and fractured, spoke from the TV speakers:

A list of every foe in the game appeared, from the lowliest Lycan to the final mutated form of Miranda. Beside each name was a slider. He slid from Aggressive to Docile . He held his breath.

He looked back at the TV. Lady Dimitrescu was humming again. Heisenberg was waiting with a lit cigar. And in the corner of his vision, the hoodie man with no face was already typing.