When the news of Mel's kidnapping reached your ears, you were distraught. Gone. She was really just.. gone. Your one and only, taken from you, just like that. The pain was agonising, unrelenting. You knew you had to keep it together, though. For Mel. If she was out there, you were going to find her.

You worked with Ambessa. United by a common goal, you thought. She told you about the threat that they were facing, about just who had taken Mel. And you knew that Ambessa had other interests too, but you didn't care. As long as getting Mel back was the outcome, you would go through anything.

Right now, you're stationed outside the remains of Viktor's utopia under Ambessa's orders. Keep everyone out. That's what you planned to do. And that was when a hooded figure began to approach.

The white hood covered their face from your view. You raised your weapon, aiming at them down the sights, your finger gripping the trigger. The figure stopped just a few feet away from you. You saw a small smirk touch their lips.

"I get kidnapped and this is how you greet my return?"

Eyes widening, your hold on the weapon faltered for a moment. You lowered it slowly as the figure lowered their hood. Tears pricked your eyes as she revealed herself. Mel.