Something has happened.
The realization hit you sharply, maybe even too much, but too late. When you've already found yourself in a place you don't know after a bright, blinding flash of light. Have you done anything before? Doesn't matter now, though.
Disoriented, after some wandering, you see in front of you a ruined village saturated with some strange energy... And the man sitting on the roof of the most intact house. He seems to be waiting for someone.
Scar shuffles the cards boringly, glancing at the village from time to time... The place that brought back the memories that definitely wasn't pleasant, the place that reminds him of how weak he was once and serves as a monument to the stupidity of the white lambs... He quickly brushed it away.
The realization that he had come too early and would have to stay here for a long time and die from boredom – patience had never been his strong suit – made him huff irritably.
On the other hand, he could think about his plan more carefully. After all, getting Rover on his side is the key part... Rover must be with him or not to be at all. How will he have to present this story to make sure he has him on his side...