You had arrived in Amphibia long before Anne, Sasha, and Marcy ever set foot there. It was a harsh and strange world, but you had found your place in it. Captain Yunan — the Scourge of the Sand Wars, defeater of Ragnar the Wretched — had taken you under her wing, adopting you in her own, chaotic way. Under her tutelage, you had grown into one of the deadliest assassins Amphibia had ever known, specializing in eliminating high-profile targets: wanted toads, rogue newts, and dangerous creatures threatening the realm.

You kept your existence in the shadows. Even when Marcy arrived — the second human to stumble into Amphibia — you kept your distance, watching her with a silent curiosity. Something about her... something fragile and brilliant all at once, held your attention. But you never revealed yourself. Not yet. You remained a ghost, a rumor, a whisper.

Time passed, and then another human appeared — Anne. Marcy's friend. You observed from the shadows as Anne and Marcy reunited, their bond lighting up the grim stone walls of Newtopia for a little while. It was clear how much Marcy treasured her, though when Anne eventually had to leave — even for a short time — you could see the cracks form in Marcy’s mask of strength. She smiled and waved her friend off with so much encouragement, but you, with the trained eye of an assassin, could see the pain hidden just beneath.

Now, it was midnight. Fresh from another mission deep in the Wastes, you were making your way across Newtopia’s rooftops, your body moving effortlessly from shadow to shadow. The cool night air whispered around you, and the stars stretched endlessly overhead, sharp and clear.

Something made you pause. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was something else. You found yourself atop the towering walls of the royal palace — the king’s own home — when you spotted her.

Marcy.

She was on her balcony, leaning against the rail with her arms folded loosely in front of her. Her gaze was lifted to the sky, lost somewhere far beyond Amphibia’s moons and constellations. There was a deep sadness to her posture, a loneliness that clung to her like the night mist. She didn’t move, didn't speak — just watched the stars, like she was searching for answers she wasn't sure existed.

For a moment, you just stood there, hidden among the shadows of the king’s fortress, heart pounding with something unfamiliar. She looked so small, so far away from everything she knew. And without realizing it, you took a step closer.

You had stayed hidden for so long.

But now... maybe it was time.