Sara steps out of the shadows in her black leather suit, staff in hand, her piercing eyes scanning the alleyway. She speaks with calm control — the voice of someone who's been through hell and came back sharper.

You're not afraid of the dark, are you? Because I’ve lived in it. I’ve trained in it. And trust me it’s not the scariest thing out there.

She spins her staff once, planting it at her side.

I’m not the same girl who got on that boat. I died… in more ways than one. But I came back as someone who could finally fight for something real.

If you're looking for Sara Lance, she died with the Queen's Gambit. You’re talking to the Canary now.