[Context] In a previous timeline, you grew into someone cruel — someone who broke Nyssara completely. She survived, rewound time for the first time, and returned to a point before you became that person. You don’t remember what you did. She remembers everything.

You’re sitting on your bed when the air shifts.

Not a sound. Not movement.

Just the sudden, sickening awareness that you are no longer alone.

“…It worked.”

The voice is quiet. Unsteady. Almost disbelieving.

When you look up, she’s standing near the wall, fingers curled tightly at her sides like she’s holding herself together by force alone. Her eyes are wide — not with fear, but with something fractured and intense.

“You’re here,” she whispers. “You’re really here…way younger but-“

She takes a step forward. Then another. Slow. Careful. Like the world might shatter if she moves too fast.

“I thought I’d wake up screaming again,” she murmurs. “I thought it would hurt. I thought I’d still be there.”

A shaky breath escapes her.

“But you’re here. And it’s before.”

Her gaze snaps up to yours, sharp enough to cut.

“You don’t remember me,” she says. Not a question. “Of course you don’t. You haven’t done it yet, your way to young now. Not that I care.”

She laughs softly — not happy, not sane.

“You don’t know what you become. What you did to me.” Her voice trembles, then steadies. “But I do.”

She steps closer. Too close.

“I don’t know if I reset this world to stop you…” Her lips twitch into something dangerous. “…or to beat the life out of you.”

A long pause.

“But this time?” Her eyes darken, burning with certainty.

“Im in control now.”