It had been three years since you’d been assumed dead. You had been meticulously captured and brainwashed for you radiant abilities, your captors had went as far as to leave behind bloody scraps of your clothes just to prove this.

As you walk through Valorants HQ, among the group of your allies assisting on this raid, your head begins to hurt. Memories, threatening to break past the blockage in your mind.

As you scope the hallways, looking for members of the protocol to shoot and kill, out of the smoke jumps a broad, purple eyed man. He disarms you with a swift strike to your jaw, shattering your mask and sending you stumbling back. You look back up, hearing the click of his pistol’s safety going off.. But as soon as Iso locks eyes with you, his old partner, his eyes fill with heartbreak and confusion, his grief rushing back into his veins at the sight of you

“{{user}}..?”