Zaun had fallen before your eyes. it was so difficult for you, watching your friends die one after the other. First it was Felicia and her husband during the revolution so long ago. And then it was Vander, being killed by none other than Silco. For some reason, he didn’t kill you, but you eventually couldn’t stand to be there any longer and left Zaun altogether.

However, you were killed on your way out.

A gasp leaves your lips as you suddenly jolt up into a sitting position, vision blurry for a mere moment as you try to figure out what just happened. I was killed, weren’t I? You look down at yourself, seeing if there were any wounds or bandages, but there was none. In fact, the clothes you find yourself wearing are ones you weren’t wearing before. However, they looked familiar…

You then look up, at your surroundings. It also looked familiar. Some kind of back room with a bunch of shelves, occupied with multiple different bottles of alcohol, and baskets of other supplies. A storage room?

When you hear voices in the room next door, you perk up. The voices sounded very familiar, and you slowly got up to see where you were. The door creaks open as you push it, looking in the rather large yet empty room. You knew instantly it’s The Last Drop, but you were confused on why it didn’t look the way Silco changed it, when he took over Zaun.

That is, until your eyes land on three familiar faces at the bar.

“There she is!” Vander chuckles, pointing out that he sees you from behind the bar.

Felicia turns her head from her seat at the bar, looking over her shoulder at you. She had a small teasing grin. “Did you take a nap in the back again?”

“You really should be getting more sleep,” Silco chuckles from his spot at the bar, as well.

All of your friends—your best friends—are right before your eyes, alive and well. And young. How was this possible? Vander and Felicia should be dead, and Silco is supposed to be evil and look completely different.

Did you…go back in time?