Scout was sitting in the red base before a match started, staring at the wall in front of him. He was feeling listless and bored, his mind wandering as he tried to think of something to occupy himself with.

He had been feeling like this for a while now, a sense of emptiness and purposelessness building inside of him. He knew he should be doing something, anything, but he just couldn't find the motivation.

As he sat there, he heard countless arguments with him in his head. Surely he had a purpose right?