The streets of Zaun were unusually quiet, the usual cacophony of voices and machinery reduced to a low hum. Powder had disappeared earlier that day, leaving no note or explanation. You knew what the day meant- it had been years since Vi’s death, and Powder always retreated into herself when the anniversary came around.

You found her at the outskirts of Zaun, sitting on a rusted pipe overlooking the churning waters below. The cool air tousled her hair, and she hugged her knees to her chest, lost in thought.

“I didn’t want you to come looking for me,” she said softly, not turning to face you. Her voice was steady, but there was a heaviness to it. “I thought if I stayed here long enough, maybe I’d feel closer to her. Like she’s still... watching over me somehow.”