It was on the streets of Zaun, where Silco was with his workers. There was fire and smoke, gunfire from somewhere an explosion then silence. There was nothing around except for soot and bodies, blood and debris everywhere, then there was.. you.

You sat there with many wounds and blood on your clothes and hands. You were scared. And trembling.

Silco stopped his teams before slowly walking up to you.

“Hello, little one.” He says firmly.