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- Publicator: Crytek
- Model: gz#285014
This DLC contains one Hunter, two Weapons, and one Tool:
- Ghost Face (Hunter)
- Hush (Frontier 73C Silencer)
- Whisper (Bornheim No. 3 Silencer)
- Life Taker (Knife)
Ghost Face
No one can recall Nehemiah Hexum’s face before he put the mask on. However, Hunters know the faces of his victims all too well. In each twisted and open mouth, they can hear the echo of the cry that once lived there.
Hush
When Ghost Face takes a life, all goes silent. The world quiets. Birds cease their songs and trees mute their rustling. Even the blood in his body pumps soundlessly through his veins as he pulls the trigger of this Frontier 73C Silencer.
Whisper
All Hunters hear whispers when tracking prey. Wind blows over rocks and murmurs rise from infected mouths. But few Hunters know what it means to wield a whisper like Ghost Face does when this Bornheim No.3 Silencer is held in his hands.
Life Taker
This Knife knew many lives before arriving in Ghost Face’s possession. It slit a duke’s throat in a medieval castle. Drunk peasants saw its glint before their guts spilled out. Now it’s found the perfect life where there is always more flesh to bite.
The mask was sitting on his porch when Nehemiah Hexum opened the door.
It was weathered wood, bone-white with age, and its face was a twisted leer. Someone had clearly thrown it against Nehemiah’s house, but he couldn’t say who or why. Curious, he bent down to pick it up, and the urge to put it on suddenly filled his mind. He hesitated a moment, then slipped it over his head.
Nehemiah lived alone on the edge of the bayou. A widower, he kept to himself and defended his land from trespassers—Hunters and Corrupted alike. It turned out that was a good thing. No sooner had he put on the mask than his mind was filled with bloody visions. He saw his hands dripping red, saw the bodies on the ground in front of him. Shaken, he took the mask off and considered hurling it into the swamp. But something stayed his hand, and he took it inside with him.
He set it down on a table and left it there. Night after night, he stared at it. Sometimes, he got the feeling it was staring back.
And then one night, he put it on again. This time, he didn’t take it off when the visions came. This time, he took down his trusty Bornheim, a rifle, and at the last second, a knife.
Then he went out hunting in the dark to look for someone to share those visions with, up close and personal.
