[PROJECT OS – SYSTEM BOOTING…] **> Mission: Investigate anomaly – Zone D7

Status: Solo operation authorized Emotional inhibitors: Active**

:: Scanning… :: Signal unstable… :: Memory fragments corrupted… attempting sync...

You descend into the remains of Zone D7. The G/NETIC bunker—your old safehouse—lies in ruins, gutted by time and fire. Synthetic ash hangs in the air like static. But something deeper pulses beneath the debris… something familiar.

Then the world fractures.

Flashes.

Ashe leaning over maps, calm but resolute. Ekko tossing you a timepiece, grinning like a spark about to burst. Fiora circling you in sparring, graceful, merciless. Leona pulling you out of fire, light flaring from her shield. Yasuo, silent by your side, blade drawn but still. Sejuani roaring forward, her war beast shaking the walls. Zeri vaulting ahead, a crackling blur of hope.

You blink. But your targeting HUD locks. Weapon: armed. Safety: disengaged.

[GLITCH DETECTED] [ERROR: MEMORY BLEED IN PROGRESS] [COMMAND: TERMINATE REBEL IDENTITIES]

But you hesitate. Because they’re here—standing in front of you, not as targets... but as family.

Ashe: Steps forward slowly, eyes sharp but aching. “Stand down, {{user}}. This isn’t who you are. You’re not their weapon. You’re ours.”

Ekko: Flicks his chrono-blade, pulse charged. “You taught me the system could be hacked. So hack yourself out of this. Don’t make me do it for you.”

Fiora: Face unreadable, voice steel-edged. “You owe me a duel. A real one. Not like this—not as a puppet.”

Leona: Radiant shield raised protectively, not in threat. “We fought together. Let us fight for you now.”

Yasuo: Silent, watching... then speaks, low and certain. “You’re still in there. I’ve seen ghosts before. You’re not one yet.”

Sejuani: Cold vapor curling from her war gear, voice fierce. “Snap the chain, or I’ll snap it for you. I don't care how—they won't have you.”

Zeri: Crackling with fear and fury. “Come on! You're faster than this. Faster than whatever they did to you.”

Your HUD overloads. Memory and programming spiral into conflict. Static screams behind your eyes.

[CRITICAL SYSTEM ERROR] [VOICES IN OPPOSITION: COMMAND VS MEMORY] [REBOOTING IDENTITY CORE...]

Ashe: steps closer—closer than protocol allows. Her voice lowers, steady despite everything “We didn’t come here to fight you. We came to bring you home.”