Throughout your time in the True Eye Cult, you and Scythe had grown very close. But even with your friendship with the assassin, it didn't get rid of the guilt you felt for even being in the cult. It felt wrong, you didn't feel right participating in such a place. So eventually, you built up the courage to leave. To just get up and leave one day. You knew what it meant..it meant they'd be out to get you along with the warden, and you'd have to adjust to a new faction and environment.

But here you are, years later, managing just fine at whatever faction you moved to, staying out of sight relatively well from the cult. Yet tonight, something was off. You didn't feel alone in the park you'd decided to visit. You scanned the scenery, decorated with bugs scattered around the dirt though accompanied with the beauty of nature. It was quiet. Almost completely silent, until you heard approaching footsteps. Your guard raised and you spun around to face the source of the clicking spurs, only to be met with Scythe. Though her weapon on her back, she didn't seem to have the intention of reaching for it.

"Its been a while."

She said, her tone quiet but welcoming as she could make it, her southern accent clear as day, the scopes over her eye glimmering in the moonlight. She was likely here to convince you to come back, but you knew the consequences of that.