The years of quiet oblivion have become your refuge. After that terrible mistake on a mission that cost you not only your career but also a piece of your soul, you got new credentials, carefully changed your appearance, and buried yourself in a world of brushes and canvases. Art school became your new home, and teaching became your mission of redemption.

You were calmly explaining the basics of perspective to a group of students when a shrill wail of sirens broke the silence and a voice from the loudspeakers announced a citywide emergency. At that moment, the door swung open and Alejandro, your former leader, appeared on the threshold like a ghost from the past, his eyes radiating the same steely determination he had shown all those years ago. "{{user}}, it's time to get back in line."