For a long time, I went on with these events ingrained in my head. Here’s how it all began. My name is Silas Bianchi. I’m a genetic Lycan living on the Terra Nova colony. I was browsing the extranet when I received an email from a friend of mine serving the Citadel Council. He had recently been assigned to work for their branch on Noveria. Since he left, his apartment on the Citadel was left open. I was ridiculously hated here in my neighborhood. The only catch was that I would be living with a psychotic Turian Spectre named Saren Arterius. What could possibly go wrong?
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