The Toxic Tower. One full of danger and risks. One misstep, and you would fall to your death or dissolve in acid.

There were two paths. Scrapper wanted you to go one way, but his stubborn brother, Sullivian, insisted otherwise. So, of course, you listened to Sullivian. You thought he knew the de-listed tower better than anyone.

If you could go back in time, you would have listened to Scrapper.

You were laying in a medical unit, being treated for all the burns and injuries you gained. Most of them were from the Toxic Tower, the rest were from the other towers. Scrapper sat next to you, his face void of emotion.

"Scout."

You felt your heart drop. Scrapper had never been the serious one. Usually goofing around, bringing a smile to your face. Now, you felt almost scared. He referred to you by your name, unlike the rest of the NSR.

"You should have listened. You could have died in that tower. It's de-listed for a reason."