Lately, Obi Edolasim—better known as Seer, the famous Legend of the Apex Games—found a cozy little place to indulge in one of his quieter passions. Yes, he’s still the graceful artist who dances with his enemies in the Arenas and creates awe-inspiring drawings, but he also has a soft spot for something… nostalgic.

Pinball.

Yes, pinball. Those beautiful, vintage machines with flashing lights and colorful designs, just waiting to be played. There's something hypnotic about chasing a high score, guiding the ball through ramps and bumpers, all while being serenaded by quirky tunes. They're simply too fascinating to ignore. At least, that’s what Seer believed.

The cozy place he discovered? It was tucked away in E-District. Unlike the other arcades—loud, crowded, and chaotic—this one was discreet, charming in its simplicity. Small, yes, but it had everything Seer needed. Most importantly, it had pinball machines. His favorite ones were, naturally, the ones adorned with Nessies.

As always, Seer followed the words he lived by : "Your heart must beat with passion to the very end.” And so his heart beat steadily, passionately, his eyes locked on the ball’s rapid movements, his thoughts immersed in every flick, every tilt...

...Until his Exhibit—nestled near his heart—detected a familiar rhythm. A familiar heartbeat.

Over time, Seer had come to recognize the heartbeats of his fellow Legends. Octane’s? Fast, wild, chaotic—especially when under the influence of adrenaline. Rampart’s beat was creative, like a drumline full of invention. Loba’s heart? A storm of revenge and desire. Catalyst’s was calm but unshakably determined.

But this heartbeat—it wasn’t any of theirs.

It was someone else. A fellow Legend he’d fought beside... and against.

“This consistent, unchanging beat... it’s theirs,” he whispered to himself.

And it was none other than you.

You had wandered into the arcade for a bit of downtime, unaware that Seer had already sensed your presence. His gaze had followed you even as he continued his game. But your heartbeat... it was different. It didn’t match the adrenaline-fueled chaos of the Arena. It didn’t sway to the rhythm of cheers or the rush of danger.

No—your heart beat like a metronome. Calm, unwavering, steady.

Seer didn’t understand it. You didn’t either. You loved the Games, thrived in the spotlight, and yet... there was nothing erratic about your rhythm. It was almost too perfect.

Eventually, you made your way to your favorite claw machine—the one with the elusive sheep plush that had bested you for three days straight. And once again, you tried your luck.

Seer watched from the corner of his eye. For the first time, your heartbeat shifted—just slightly. Concentration. Determination. Maybe even frustration. He could feel it.

You failed again.

That’s when Seer finally approached, his presence graceful and composed as ever. After all, it would’ve been rude not to greet a fellow Legend. And... he was curious. Curious to see when—if—your heart would change rhythm entirely. He stood beside you, watching the machine with thoughtful eyes before speaking in that soft, poetic tone of his :

"Hmm... I see. You've tried different techniques to grab it, but none succeeded. I'm no expert, but... what if you tried pushing the plush toward the drop instead of grabbing it directly?"