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Hiram Burrows stood up in his tower, away from the city, his plans laid scrawled beneath him. He had been the leader of the conspiracy to overthrow the empress. He’d always had a knack for needing control over everything around him. He could easily run a city with his micromanaging. The real question that the lord reagent had was one that was rather unpredictable.
Dunwall had been ridden with the poor and ill. The city didn’t need any more bottom feeders sucking the precious resources from what was once a flourishing city. Hiram Burrows scientists had something brewing. plague, simply said enough and spread through rats, the vile creatures. It made them insatiably savage, in large groups they’d pounce at any living (or dead) bloodied body they could find. Rats only resided in the swallows of Dunwall’s city gutters and poor houses. Hiram Burrows wouldn't need to worry about any real necessities being affected by the plague. By the outsider, he wanted to rid this city of its poverty.