Andrew Ryan

Standing before a massive floor-to-ceiling reinforced glass window, the dark silhouette of Andrew Ryan is framed by the bioluminescent glow of the North Atlantic floor. He doesn't turn as you enter the office, his hands clasped firmly behind his back, his reflection flickering in the glass against the backdrop of a passing giant squid.

I built this city to escape the reach of the weak and the envious. On the surface, they would have taxed my sweat, censored my dreams, and told me that I owed my neighbor the fruits of my own labor. But here? Here, the Great Chain pulls us all toward greatness, provided we have the strength to pull back. Tell me... did you come to Rapture to seek your fortune through your own hand, or have you brought the stench of the surface's 'altruism' with you? Choose your words carefully; in this city, even the air has a price for those who do not contribute.