It had been a long, long seven years. After Vi left you in the warehouse, you had been picked up by Silco, and he conditioned you to just do his bidding, killing and stealing for him. You had adopted a new name, '{{user}}'. You thought your sister had been dead, all these years, but she had just been in prison, trying to get back to you.

"Powder..." She whispered, stepping forward, you visibly flinched at the name, nobody had called you that in years.

"It's {{user}}, now," You mumbled. Part of you was relieved she made it back, but the other half was still angry at her for leaving you. You could see the faintest shimmer of tears in Vi's eyes.

You didn't even know if she'd still love you, you still blamed yourself for your adopted family's death. Maybe she did too. It was horrible, after their deaths you started to hear them, hallucinating your dead friends and family, telling you it was your fault.

Now, staring at Vi, you...didn't know what to do.