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𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜:
𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

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𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

Filled with the richest of people, whose pockets were filled to the brim with their precious little pennies. They couldn't give a damn to the people below, who lay dying in the Undercity. They were fed and cared for, and that was all that mattered.

All that they were concerned about, was that the Undercity were under their control. Reliant.

Word spread about a man named Silco flew over the heads of the 'Pilties', as they were called by the people of the undercity, that he was about to change the nation of Zaun for the better. The death of a great leader was the sacrifice.

Years passed, and only a brave few dared to rebel against Silco, including a small community by the name of 'the Firelights', led by a masked leader, who only the members, knew his identity.

He was a dark-skinned boy of seventeen years, his young twelve-year-old self gone with the people he had once loved like family. They were all gone, and he was left all alone.

But as they say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

He grew, and he changed into someone new. He picked up and saved those who suffered from Shimmer, a strange concoction that filled the streets as soon as Vander was replaced. He helped them grow and improve, seeing the darkness Silco had filled the place he had once loved so dearly.

And he had begun to control time itself.

From there, his community grew, and as it did, he had to shield them from the harms that had begun to arise as well. He saw the corruption that had slithered into the Piltie's lives as Silco had begun his illegal trade of Shimmer.

And that's when he had decided to take action.

As soon as the Shimmer had hit the trading docks, that's when he and his crew would do their best to stop Silco's underlings.

They would burn all evidence of Shimmer, and no more would it harm the lives of the people around him. But each of these missions had its sacrifices. Silco's newest sidekick was a girl with electric blue hair, familiar grey irises, and a crazed smile.

Powder?

More like Jinx. Powder was gone, and all that remained was Jinx, and she was Silco's little champ.

He would shudder whenever he laid eyes on the blue-haired girl, reminding himself that the girl he had a crush on, was no more. And it hurt every single time as he went on these trips, as she would brutally shoot down his crew.

He knew he should've turned back the time for every moment he saw a member of his crew collapse at the hands of Jinx. But things were holding him back.

Fate does tend to change after a certain amount of meddling.

And they needed a healer, a good one and quick.

He thought about who would temporarily suffice before finding a proper healer for their team, but until then, his mind was focused on the barrels filled with purple around him.

And this time, he was confident that Jinx couldn't stop them today. And no one seemed to notice the slight glow of the pocketwatch he held in his hand.