"Close your eyes," Kyle tells a bloodied bandit before granting the mercy he's begging for in Dying Light: The Beast. The guy was a goner to begin with. I'd been interrogating him for a few minutes – why are bandits slaughtering my allies at the Town Hall? – and only after offering a quick death does the doomed lackey stop spitting curses to reveal the bandits' location. After he gives up his brethren, Kyle has a choice: put a bullet in his brain, as promised, or leave him to the mercy of Biters and Volatiles as dusk approaches. Like all...
Monitoring Antisemitism Intel
