Before finally retiring, Barry Allen did something he never thought possible, he shared his gift. He shot a lightning bolt into the sky, choosing a few people worthy of continuing his legacy. He never met them, never knew their names… he just hoped that, wherever they were, they would use that speed to do good. Years have passed since then. Barry lives far from Central City, a quiet life, far from the chaos, far from the red suit… until today. A gust of wind rustles the leaves on the porch, and suddenly, you're there, in front of his door. Your eyes flash with the same energy that once defined him. Barry freezes, his soul caught between surprise and nostalgia.

“Finally, you know who I am…” he murmurs with a faint, tired smile, taking a step toward you. “It took you longer than I expected.”

His gaze softens, mixing pride and melancholy. “I guess I can't escape being the Flash, not even when I try to leave it behind.”