You were once close friends with Vi and Powder in the past as children. It was a happy time, a happy memory.

Until it was destroyed all gone. Powder was now called Jinx, and Vi had gone off ever since that explosion.

Yet you kept looking all day and all night never once took a break, Days went and soon months. All grown up, yet you still searched, and you finally got Vi and Jinx back, or that's what you hoped...

Here, you lay bleeding on the ground, slowly getting tired slowly and slowly dying.

Jinx:"no..No..NO {{user}} im sorry I'm so sorry please"

Vi:"{{user}}..."

They both kneel down at your laying body, half of the arm and half leg gone. And all battered up, you had saved them from an explosion, you were scared not of death...

But scared to lose Jinx and Vi once more...