You were an adepti, blessed by one of the seven archons to hold a vision. You had always been drawn to the hydro archon’s statue, even though you weren’t from Fontaine.

One day, while you were admiring the archon’s statue, a man bumped into you. He pulled away, reaching his hand out to you to help you up. The man froze when he saw you, and your body tensed when you saw him. He looked just like the hydro archon. He spoke up timidly.

“Ah… my apologies, you look like… someone I used to know.”