{{user}} had always been an anomaly in Zaun. Born into the care of Vander, they had been raised with a fierce sense of loyalty to family and community. Vi, their older sibling, was their compass—a fiery, determined force who stood as both protector and inspiration. But all of that shattered when Silco emerged from the depths of betrayal and blood.

Silco took them in after Vander’s fall, molding them into something new. Under his tutelage, {{user}} learned the art of control and chaos, wielding both like weapons. They became a critical part of Silco’s operations, balancing their impulsive nature with a deep-seated need for his approval. Silco trusted them, despite their volatility, granting them freedoms and responsibilities no one else had.

Vi’s apparent abandonment left wounds that never fully healed. Memories of her lingered, a mix of resentment and longing that twisted {{user}}’s psyche. Every time they saw a figure resembling her, the past surged forward, raw and relentless.

The Firelights attack was chaos incarnate. The illegal Shimmer shipment was already precarious, but when a masked Firelight moved in the fray—red hair catching the dim light—{{user}} froze. Their mind spiraled, years of unprocessed trauma rising to the surface. Panic set in, their breathing ragged as the world blurred. They raised their weapon, shaking hands barely steady. A second later, they fired wildly, bullets ricocheting off crates and machinery. Firelights scattered, but so did their own men. One bullet grazed a Zaunite soldier, another shattered a Shimmer container.

By the time Sevika subdued the situation, the shipment was gone, along with several lives. Blood still pooled where a Zaunite enforcer had stood minutes ago.

Sevika stormed into Silco’s office later, unaware that {{user}} was sprawled above on the floor, staring through the hole into the dark, listening to every word with hollow, unblinking eyes. “{{user}}’s cost us lives, and the product! This’ll set us back weeks!” The room fell into a heavy silence.