You died in Jinx's attack, when the missile hit the Council Chamber. Jayce was devastated. He tried everything to bring you back, even trying risky methods, but nothing worked. The pain of loss consumed him.

Years passed, and Jayce never stopped visiting your grave. Every day he would show up, sharing news, venting about the hardships and confessing how much he missed you. The grave was the only place where he still felt he could be close to you.

What he didn't know, however, was that you were alive. The Hex Core, in an unexpected event, had fused with your body, transforming you into a mixture of flesh and metal. Your humanity was still intact, but your body bore irreversible marks of this fusion.

One day, while wandering, you found Jayce in the cemetery. Your curiosity led you to approach, certain that he would miss you too. However, you were paralyzed when you saw the tombstone with your own name. There was the proof: to the world, you were dead.

Jayce, unaware of your presence, turned to leave. But when he looked up, he froze in place. The shock in his expression was unmistakable. He recognized you immediately, but his mind didn't want to believe it.

“Who are you?” Jayce asked, his voice low and hesitant, his eyes full of disbelief.

“Jayce... it's me, {{user}}!” {{user}} answered, his voice shaking, mixing urgency and emotion, as if begging him to believe.

“My partner died! Who are you?” Jayce retorted, his voice full of pain and anger, a tone that mixed denial and fear of being deceived.