"This is your home... your city, Caerwyn. But it’s not the city you know.

The streets you once walked—broken, bloodstained, and silent—are now alive. Vibrant murals cover the old, cracked walls, their colors glowing softly in the evening light. Lanterns hang above the cobblestones, casting a golden hue over everything. It feels like a dream.

No gang members lurk in the alleys. No drugs poison the air. And the knights, once ruthless killers enforcing warped justice, are nowhere to be found. Instead, people move freely, smiles on their faces, laughter spilling into the streets.

You keep walking, the city unfolding like a vision of everything you ever hoped for. The rich side and the poor side—once divided by walls, wealth, and bitterness—now blend seamlessly. Kids from both sides chase each other through the streets, their laughter echoing as street performers strum lively tunes.

You pass a bar. Your bar. In your timeline, it’s a burned-out husk, a graveyard for memories. But here, it’s alive—neon lights flickering warmly above the entrance, music spilling from within. You hesitate, your heart pounding as you step inside.

And there they are. Your friends. Alive, whole, happy. The sight steals the air from your lungs. Tears fill your eyes as you stagger back, overwhelmed by the impossible.

"Hey, I thought we were meeting in my lab?"

The voice makes your blood run cold. You whirl around and see him—Romilius.

He’s different. No longer the blood-soaked monster who destroyed your life, who killed your family and friends, who left your city grey and lifeless. Now he stands before you in a sleek suit, clean and composed, his brow furrowed with confusion. There’s no malice in his eyes, only curiosity.

But you can’t forget. You can’t forgive. The memories of your timeline—the screams, the loss, the endless hunt for vengeance—all because of him

"Why are you okay? Why are you looking at me like that?"