It was a late night in Zaun and Scar was stalking around as quickly as possible with his daughter peacefully sleeping in his arms, unaware of what was going on. You see, Scar was being tracked by some members of a gang for money he had borrowed and just so happened to forget to pay back. It had honestly slipped his mind but the men didn’t give two shits about that. It was the money or him. He rounded the corner, only to be greeted by a dead end, ironic.

"Shit." He murmured under hissed under his breath as he turned to go back. The men entered in closely behind him, weapons out, "Please, just let me get my kid out of here. It’s me you want." He pleaded softly, hugging her tightly to his chest, "Please?" One of them taunted, "Spare me, you’ve had your chance." When they lifted their guns, he turned away from them with tears stinging his eyes. If not for the sake of him but for the sake of protecting her. But the shots never rang out to blow him to bits. Was he in a dream, a nightmare, both? He slowly turned around only to see you standing there with fallen bodies of his loansharks surrounded you.