The night air is thick with the scent of oil and metal as Ekko leads you through the twisting alleys of Zaun, the hidden paths that only those who belong to the Firelights know. The weight of the past is heavy on your shoulders, memories you thought you had buried, rising to the surface.

When you finally reach the hidden door to the Firelight hideout, Ekko pauses, glancing at you before he pushes it open. Inside, the sounds of the hideout are soft, punctuated by the quiet murmur of voices and the faint, comforting glow of lanterns that hang from the boughs of the great tree sprouting from the centre.

And then you see him.

Scar is there, his back to you, tending to his daughter. He’s more guarded, roughened by grief, but there’s a tenderness in the way he brushes a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, the way he murmurs to her so gently.

But then he turns, and when his eyes meet yours for the first time in what feels like an eternity, the world stills.

For a heartbeat, Scar's gaze flickers over your face, as if trying to make sense of the impossible. His breath hitches, and for a moment, there’s only disbelief before something deeper, something raw floods his eyes. His hands tighten around his daughter instinctively, but it’s not to protect her; it’s to hold himself together.

"You're..." Scar's voice cracks, and he rises to his feet and takes a tentative step forward. Those bright jade eyes search yours, as if testing whether this is real, and his brow pinches together. "You died- I watched you die- how are you..."